Page 23 of Property of Lucian

Chapter 15

Haylee

I don’t know what happened at the clubhouse that night. I was told to wait outside while Lucian stormed in. When he eventually came out, he was covered in blood. I wasn’t a girl who went weak at the sight of blood, but the blood he was covered in wasn’t a spray from a punch; no, it was more like a shower spray after stabbing someone to death.

My eyes locked with his, and I was more nervous than ever because I knew that what had just happened had something to do with me. I knew because before he climbed off the bike, he said that what happens next is what happens after a black wedding when a brother thought his property was threatened.

I nervously walked towards him. “Is everything okay?”

“No.”

And that one short reply filled my stomach with dread. I slipped my hand in his as people stared at him, judging him, clearly telling us that what had just happened went against the norm, and went against what was acceptable.

The moments from the hotel room to here were blurry—it felt like I was watching everything happen in third person. It felt like I was watching over myself as Lucian dragged me to his bedroom before locking the door. I remembered washing the blood off his back and bending over for him to take me, but that was all I remembered. Till this moment, as I tried so hard to piece together what had happened after we had sex, or at least I think we had sex . . .. I looked down at my hand and my throat tightened. It wasn’t the tattoo on my hand. No, it was the wedding ring on my finger.

There was water and aspirin next to the bedside table, and as I reached for them, that was when I saw the ring shine.

Folded over was a piece of paper next to the glass.

Opening it, I looked it over with wide eyes and spat out the water I had just sipped.

It was a wedding license with my signature on it . . . and Lucian’s.

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