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He tossed me a towel when the water ran clear, and I was shivering as I stepped out, dabbing myself dry before he strode back out to the main hall.
I was a wreck as I grabbed for my things, rushing to put my dress back on, my ass hurting with every move I made. I made my way to the door as soon as I could, heart pounding as I pushed it open and saw the metal steps down to the ground.
Lucian cleared his throat before I stepped out of there, and his stare was as evil as I’d ever seen it when he spoke again.
“You’ll be punished for all of this,” he told me. “Believe me, Elaine, I’ll make you pay for it. It’ll be painful, little doll. I promise you, it’ll be painful.”
My eyes were wide on his as I nodded at him.
“But it won’t just be you who pays for their filth,” he snarled and tossed my clutch at me. Forgotten again. “I’ll make them pay. Every piece of shit who took you before I did.”
I had no doubt of it in my heart as I walked away.
I was glowing for it.
Glowing and scared, both at once.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Lucian
When Trenton arrivedon the scene, I was leaning against the wall, staring at the fucker I’d killed, twirling the bloodied knife in my hand, my cock still throbbing from Elaine’s perfect asshole. My right-hand man burst through the door with aJesus Christand glanced around the place in horror. I didn’t blame him. It really was a shitstorm he was stepping into.
A shitstorm I was proud of.
“What the fuck happened here? Fuck, Lucian, who is he?”
I kept twirling the blade in my fingers, barely even shooting him a glance. “That doesn’t matter. Just get it cleaned up.”
I allowed him a minute while he was pacing around, trying to fathom just what the fuck had gone down in this place. “Fucking hell,” he cursed, then pulled out his phone and started making the call to the cleanup team.
“Bury him deep.”
“So, who the fuck is that?” he asked between calls, gesturing to the dead body like it made any damn difference who it was.
“Nobody to concern yourself with.”
“This is back alley as fuck. Does anyone know you’re here?”
“Like I said, it’s not your concern.”
He kicked out at the guy’s legs, just to make sure he was really gone, then looked at me, eyebrow raised as he lit up a cigarette. “Haven’t seen you get hands-on for a long time. Must’ve been something quite urgent to put that knife in your hands.”
“Urgent enough.”
“Fine,” he said. “Just give me a bit more damn time to sort this shit out next time, will you? Preferably some damn fucking warning.”
I twirled the knife one last time before casting it onto the floor. Trenton would dispose of it along with the body. “Am I done here?”
He nodded as he took another drag. “Yeah, you can go. The team will be here soon enough.”
I turned away to leave.
“Wait, Lucian,” he called.
I spun back to face him. “What?”
He headed closer and kept on smoking. “The Power brothers. You wanted to know what was going down between them and the Constantines.”
