Page 4 of Loving Lucian

Chapter 4

Harley

My sister had a sweetness to her, one that no one saw, sometimes not even me. She had the ability to be cold and calculating, but when she loved, she loved with her whole heart. But being the cold machine she was, she never let anyone but me get close enough to love. Because when she loved, she protected who she loved and she was loyal, but most of all, once she loved them, she didn’t stop loving them.

Haylee was sitting crossed-legged on the flood of our lounge. Cocaine lines on the coffee table and ice cream buckets open. I knew what I was doing wasn’t fair; however, she loved the man and this would lead her to him, even if she didn’t want to go.

The thing with cocaine was that it simulates the need for sex, it makes you pure and rage like for it. She thought right now she was doing speed, but I had switched the bags. In ten minutes she was going to be called for a job, which I had set up with Lucian.

Didn’t do it for him.

Did it for my sister, knew as soon as she didn’t get that tattoo covered, she was in love with him. I tried to force her back to him by pulling rank and making her see that her future wasn’t with me anymore. She had taken another road, one with Lucian—and for all purposes, I had forced her down that road.

On cue, perhaps early if anything, her phone rang.

She frowned, and I waited for her to answer it to get called to the shipping containers at our rural property.

“Why would Ethan be calling me?” She looked at me.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!Out of all my men, fucking Ethan was setting it up! Well, I knew then that this plan just went up in fire because Ethan had a fucking thing for Haylee. I knew there was no way in hell he was letting her go back to Lucian.

“Don’t answer it,” I said just as she did.

Well, so much for a well-sorted plan. I went to message Lucian. The bastard of a prick still thought he had some power over me for doing all this. When really, I was the one with the power.

Haylee spoke into the phone, said she would see him shortly.

Now was my only option to step in and redirect her directly to Lucian, but then she will know it was my idea and not his. However, her happiness meant more to me. “I need ya to check on the shipping containers on the country property.”

She scoffed, “I’m not going to the sticks.”

“Haylee, the alarm went off. You and I both know what we have in those shipping containers.”

Her expression tightened but she nodded her head. “Fine. But next time the alarm goes off, you’ll be going.” I knew her anger had more to do with her sex drive than the shipping containers. She had just thought she would get it on with Ethan, and I had put a stop on that. Now she needed another outlet.

Was it wrong I was doing this to her? Forcing her back to him? But I knew in order for me to get Imogen back, Haylee had to go back to Lucian. Lucian would then let Imogen back in my life. And Haylee, well as cold as she is, she seems to like the bloke—as fucked up as that is.

She needed to be forced back with him, and I hoped some cocaine and Lucian explaining himself would do it.

After all, this was merely a game. As I lit up my cigar, hearing Haylee’s car leave, I knew that she didn’t see what we were really playing for. But soon she would. If she got back into Lucian’s world, she would make the connection between what I was after and how to get it through Lucian’s connections.

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