I sighed as I looked up at the obscene decadence looming before me. This was the mansion I’d come to loathe over the past few years, and one I’d ended up at more times than I cared to count. It was home to one of the most obnoxious playboys I’d ever met, a walking, talking, self-entitled stereotype who had made my life hell on more than one occasion. When you had billions of dollars, you could do anything in the world. But in my book, it didn’t put you above the law. I stared at the thick wooden door, rubbing the back of my neck as I recalled how many times I’d knocked on it before. Nathan wasn’t exactly a criminal, but he was definitely a nuisance. I’d responded to innumerable noise complaints, always the fault of the crazy parties he threw whenever the mood struck. I never knew what exactly he was celebrating, but it almost always involved half-naked women and rivers of booze. And every time I showed up at his door, badge in hand and backup hovering behind me, he’d flash me a lopsided grin and tell me: Loosen up a little, Officer Williams.
