Page 6 of Property of Lucian

“A woman that can shoot?” He stepped forward. “Just because you can aim, doesn’t mean you have the stomach to fire.”

I was fully in Haylee seek and destroy mode now. I wasn’t thinking about the backlash this could have. I was just thinking about the kids who were huddling behind me.

I rose the gun up and took my top off, showing my tattoo on my rib cage.

“Do you know where I got this tattoo?” I knew the men were slightly stunned that I was now standing here in a bra, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was that they got the picture.

“Guessing the Vegas slaughter?” He titled his head and his expression dropped. “I see we are dealing with someone that isn’t afraid to take a life. But my question for you is, are you willing to take lives for a club that treats you like shit?”

“Are you ready to die for a club that sent you here on a suicide mission?”

Then there was a flick of a wrist. The sudden movement made me react and I fired, twice, taking out the man who had aimed at the children, blowing his hand off and then his arm. He dropped to the floor shaking in pain. There was no going back now.

“Kids, cover your eyes!” I yelled.

The leader aimed, but I moved faster, taking him out with a steak knife that was on a table from lunch.

The blood from his neck sprayed across my body as I was quick to slice his throat. Then, just as the last guy went to move, I dropped the knife and picked up the man’s gun, firing it in the bloke’s face.

Three bodies laid on the ground. It happened so fast, I just reacted—I hadn’t even realised that the double doors had opened in the middle of the fight.

I stood there with blood dripping down my body. Thank God the kids had listened and hadn’t looked up. They were on the floor, eyes shut.

I rose, dropping the gun and standing in the midst of blood and bodies.

“I didn’t have a choice,” I said to the President and his members.

But it was his eyes I felt the most. I couldn’t look at him, but then as if he had commanded it out loud my eyes went to him. For the first time, I saw something other than raw need for sex in his eyes.

I looked at Lucian for longer than a few seconds and it wasn’t an enforcer patch I saw on his chest. No. It was International President. My stomach dropped. Holy fucking hell. I thought I had hooked up with an enforcer, but I hadn’t. Lucian was the man that the Presidents answered to.

“Dash, I think Haylee deserves a room and some clothes for that.” Lucian looked at me with what could be mistaken as pride in his eyes. “No other woman in here would have been able to handle that, and I see ya men who were meant to be guarding the room fucked off.” He gave the president, Dash—who scared the shit out of me—a snarly look. As if they would have words about Dash’s men disappearing.

“Haylee, make a list . . . I’ll get the girls to shop for you. As for a room, we are full.” Dash may have been speaking to me, but my attention and eyes were on the little girl who was on the floor, holding back tears.

“I’ll sleep in a booth,” I muttered to Dash before I walked towards the little girl and dropped to my knees. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” She was huddled down on the ground. “What’s wrong?”

“Get up!” Lucian ordered. This was the first time I was going to disobey him.

“Sweetheart, are you okay?” I asked the girl, her tears falling. However, her lips remained sealed.

“Get up!”

I took my eyes off the girl and looked up at him. “No. Not till I know what is wrong with this child. And if you hurt her, I’ll hurt you.”

Stunned, Lucian’s expression dropped completely. I looked back at the girl and tucked her raven hair behind her ear. “Sweetheart, what is wrong?” She then moved and held out her hand. I saw the splinter immediately; it was large and must have been from the wooden floor.

Knowing where the first aid kit was, I got up, grabbed it, and went back to her.

“Now, I need you to take a deep breath, and I don’t want you to watch.” I made sure my voice sounded calm. Something about her told me she didn’t cope with pain or blood well. “What’s your name?” I asked before taking the supplies I needed from the kit.

“Massie.”

“Well, Massie, I want you to tell me your favourite television show. I want all the details,” I said, and as I took her hand, she shook. “Now, who is your favour character and what is the show?”

She murmured a reply and I continued to ask her questions but couldn’t hear her answers. I was so focused on getting the huge chunk of the floor out of her hand. Eventually, it worked. I had distracted her, and the whole splinter was out.

“Can you watch it with me?” Massie spun around and looked at me. She wasn’t even squirming in pain or crying anymore. “I have it on record in Dad’s room.”

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