Maximilian and Leonardo froze, and slowly turned toward the hallway. The sound echoed from the guest bathroom.
Leonardo whispered, "No fucking way…"
Maximilian didn't hesitate. He ran and skidded to a stop in front of the bathroom door. He gripped the handle and twisted.
It was locked from the inside.
He slammed his fist against the door. "Open up, you fucker!"
He stepped back, ready to kick it open—
Click.
The lock turned.
And then…
The door creaked open.
Steam poured out.
Xavier stepped out calmly, a towel wrapped around his waist, water still dripping from his hair, steam curling off his skin like he'd just finished a spa session instead of smashing someone's girlfriend.
"Oh hey," he said, like he was greeting old friends. "Took you long enough."
Xavier casually stretched his arms, the towel still hanging low on his waist. Water dripped off his jaw. He looked at Maximilian with a lazy grin.
