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Chapter 17

Lucian

Lighting up a cigarette, I needed to calm the fuck down. It was crazy how one night I had all my shit together and the next, I was marrying a woman to keep my head above water.

Just as I went to throw my cigarette to the ground and light up another, Haylee came storming out of the clubhouse.

“How could you!” she roared at me, and I was taken back from her confrontation. She knew the laws, she knew her place . . . or at least that was led to believe.

“How could you do this to me!” She threw a USB at me, and the rage on her face told me she fucking knew. How the hell was that possible?

She stepped up to me, her hands clenched into fists. “If you come near me, I will destroy you and this club. Don’t think I’ve got the power?” Her tone dared anyone to test her. “This tattoo right here, tells the world I’m part of the mafia. This one here,” she pointed to another, “tells everyone that I’m part of the glory.” She looked back at me. “I’m telling you now, I will destroy you before you ever come near my family again.”

I grabbed her hand as she was about to make a mistake. “And what about this tattoo?” I whispered in her ear, hoping she wouldn’t walk out those gates. I looked at my name tattooed on her hand.

“That one is a fucking mistake.” She threw the words in my face and stormed out the lot. She probably thought she just walked out of my life. Little did she know that when she was marked as my property, everyone knew and no one would touch her.

Just as I was about to go after her, the sirens of police cars raiding the place turned up.

Haylee turned and looked at me. “Consider this just the beginning of my pay back to you.”

She called the fucking cops! With a body on the property! Was she fucking insane! Did she want me to get the injection? Then I saw the look in her eyes before she turned and left. She wanted me to get the injection because it would save her from doing it herself. But for a spilt-second, I thought I had seen regret in her eyes as I was taken down to the ground to be arrested.

Did she regret that I was being arrested, or was she jealous because she wasn’t getting the chance to kill me herself? After everything I had done to her, I couldn’t blame her . . ..

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