"I am afraid Bro is not only gonna give me an earful today but he might really hit me this time around," Tristan mumbled as he stared at Zeke who was in the front seat with the driver.
With Zeke in the car, it would be impossible for him to get out of the car and run for dear life.
"Tyler, can you drop me off over there?" Tristan instructed as he pointed his index finger at a suitable spot just ahead of them.
Instead of doing as he commanded Tyler turned and looked at Zeke for further instructions.
"Master said the house is your one and final destination so I am afraid you can't get out of the car," Zeke replied and signalled Tyler to continue driving.
With that said Tristan didn't argue further because he knew that confronting Zeke would be a waste of his energy and precious time.
He can't win against him or any of his brother's men. That was a fact he had come to terms with for a long time now.
