Page 3 of Property of Lucian

2

Chapter 1

Haylee

I was never given a room. Never given anywhere to sleep. In fact, since I got here, I had slept under a pool table or in the corner booth. But since that, I haven’t been allowed to sleep since the President ordered me not to, who then ordered Lucian to enforce it. Because that was what Lucian was—an enforcer of the club’s laws and codes.

Lucian saw when I was getting tired and when that happened, I’d either end up sucking his dick, which was the only time I was allowed to close my eyes. I didn’t think he did it out of kindness.

Regardless, I hadn’t been in a clubhouse bedroom—nor a bed—since I was taken.

As I stood in the doorway of Lucian’s room, I wondered what the fuck I was meant to do.

He had walked in and I heard the shower going, but I wasn’t sure if I was meant to be in here.

Then I remembered the code that I swore to when I got here. I didn’t have a choice but to follow the code, or Harley would be killed. I wouldn’t let my brother die because of my problems.

The code said that a man's property was to serve his every need. I just knew for some reason that I was meant to be in the shower with him.

I walked across the room, not looking around, not wanting to look at something I shouldn’t.

I twisted open the door and slid in, and when I did, I clenched my eyes. I expected a hand to slap my cheek for breaking his privacy or for me to be forced to my knees.

When it didn’t happen, all I felt was steam from the shower. I unclenched my eyes, opening them, seeing Lucian lean against the basin of his small en-suite bathroom.

“What were you expecting?” His words were lowered, and dark and twisted. “For me to hit ya or rape ya?” He said both like they had crossed his mind . . . and they had crossed mine, too.

“Do you speak?” He uncrossed his arms, looking at me. In these few moments, I admired his eyes and how they shone, but my eyes snapped back down when I realised the man I was staring at owned me.

“Speak, God darn it!”

“S-sorry . . ..” I stuttered the one simple word out.

His hands moved to my hips, and he slowly lifted my top, taking it off and dropping it onto the floor. It was his sharp inhale that scared me as it was enraged.

“What the fuck happened to your stomach?”

I licked my bottom lip and wasn’t sure how to explain what happened to me without making him question my background. He must have known I grew up on the streets as Harley’s sister.

“Rats,” I answered but couldn’t bring my eyes up to look at him. Not until his hand cupped my chin, forcing me to look up.

“Explain?”

“I was tortured, do you need to know more?” I answered him simply and hoped he would leave it at that. “Believe it or not, no sleep hasn’t been my worst punishment. But I am beginning to think I’d rather go another round with the rats and blowtorch then another night with no sleep.”

The exhaustion was so clear in my voice.

His fingers traced my stomach. I had always been ashamed of the scars. Harley told me that our bodies were a graveyard of the wars we had won and lost. My body told a story, each fainted dim scar was a fixture of my past. But as I looked at Lucian, I knew he would leave a mark on my body, but unlike the ones I carried, you wouldn’t be able to see it.

“You know my name?” he asked and I nodded. Wasn’t like me to be submissive, but I had to be.

“Well, I don’t know yours and unless you want to be called bitch, ya to cough up what your name is.”

Why would he want to call me by my real name? I frowned and was hesitant to tell him. Then I thought what the hell did I have to lose.

“Haylee.” I spoke for the first time since the ‘yes’ I had muttered at the commitment ceremony—where I told the President I would follow his laws and codes and fulfil my debt to the club.

He never had kissed me, I had sucked him off many times but my lips had never met his, and I had a feeling that little fact wasn’t going to change. He guided me back to the shower and my only pair of pants got wet. He harshly spun me around, my hands flew to the tiled wall and spread as his hands moved up my sides, my bare skin enjoyed the feeling of his rough hands on my body.

---