Page 2 of Loving Lucian

Chapter 2

Haylee

“You went out?”

I paused in the hallway, and wondered for a moment if I should lie. But then again, I didn’t have to answer him.

“Tell me where to.”

“Not my keeper,” I replied smoothly and coldly to him, then went to escape down to the cellar. After all, I had unfinished business waiting for me down there.

“You went after him, didn’t you?” Harley sped past me, blocking my way down to the cellar. “I told you to let him believe you were dead. Why the fuck did you break the plan!” Harley had every right to be mad, especially after what he had been put through thanks to Hade’s Horsemen taking me.

Harley thought he had won the lottery. The debt was paid to the Hade’s Horsemen, and he had gotten me back.

“He was bound to find out.” I went with the only weak excuse I could think of. Harley and I had discussed the topic of Lucian finding out that Ruby had taken me to a hospital and had lied to the club. Luckily for her, she left soon after my ‘funeral’. I took care of her when I found her location, and by taking care of her, I mean I provided a place for her where no one would find her.

“Not if we followed the plan,” he hissed at me like I had lit the town on fire with a hatred for us.

“I won’t go quietly, I told you that. Nor will I be some coward bastard that goes and hides in another country. We had a problem, I dealt with it!”

“Nah, ya fucking didn’t. You just started a war we can’t fucking win!” He took a step away from me, disappointment and rage boiling in his eyes. “I hope you liked sucking his cock cause that is exactly what you’ll go back to doing when he finds you. Ain’t calling war over this, not when there was another option.”

That didn’t even surprise me, however, Harley was forgetting one factor. I took a step towards him, breaking that distance he needed to calm down. Call it a twin thing, or the fact that I knew his rage better than my own. “This has just only begun, but I can tell you now, brother—those men that answer to you are just as loyal to me.”

A bitterness covered his expression when he realised I would cause a uproar over our army of men and women before I went back to Lucian.

“If you really think you aren’t his anymore,” his eyes dropped to the tattoo on my hand, “then get that fucking covered and stop wearing it with pride.”

That was a low blow, but I supposed I deserved it. After all, I suggested I was going to rip his livelihood of men and women from him.

I turned to head down to the cellar. Was I making a mistake? Then again, mistakes are mere decisions we learn from. I headed down to finish my business with the kidnapped informer, and wondered for just a second if Lucian would survive. I had gone deep but then again, it wasn’t really that deep because he could still talk.

His ‘I’ll be seeing ya, darling,’ran through my mind again, and a sick part of me wanted to see him again—just so I could kill him while looking him in the eyes.

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