Chapter 505
Chapter 505:
Lucian slammed him onto the glass coffee table.
The table disintegrated. Shards of glass flew everywhere. The mercenary screamed, a gurgling, wet sound as the air was crushed out of him.
Lucian didn’t stop. He dragged the man off the pile of broken glass and threw him onto the carpet.
“You touched her,” Lucian said.
He lifted his boot and brought it down on the man’s knee.
CRACK.
The scream was high-pitched, like a rabbit caught in a trap.
“She is Graves property,” Lucian stated, his voice devoid of emotion. “Not Moretti. Not yours p>
He pulled a silver handgun from his waistband and put a single bullet between the man’s eyes.
Silence fell over the room.
Lucian turned to Kael. “Find the woman. Amy. She let them in p>
“She’s in the hall, Boss,” Kael said, his voice tight. “Trying to get to the service elevator p>
“Bring her to the Red Room,” Lucian said. “And clean this up. Put this piece of trash in the incinerator p>
“Understood p>
Lucian didn’t look back at the corpse. He walked over to Skye.
Skye flinched as his shadow fell over her. She pressed her back against the sofa, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps. She had seen violence before, but this—this was efficient, emotionless butchery.
Lucian crouched down. He reached out a hand.
Skye slapped it away.
Lucian paused. He looked at his hand, then at her. A flicker of something passed through his eyes. Not anger. Amusement.
Respect.
“You can walk?” he asked.
“I can crawl if I have to,” Skye spat, her voice shaking.
“No need p>
𝘙е𝗌𝘱еct 𝘵𝗵е 𝘰r𝘪g𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝖼𝘰ո𝗍𝘦n𝗍 𝖿𝗿оm b𝖾.c𝗼𝗆
Lucian scooped her up into his arms.
Skye stiffened. She smelled the gunpowder on him, the metallic tang of blood that had splattered on his shirt. But beneath that, there was the scent of expensive cologne and… safety.
It was a twisted, sick realization. The monster who had hunted her was now the only thing standing between her and the Moretti hit squad.
“Why?” Skye whispered as he carried her out of the room. “Why didn’t you let them take me? You hate me p>
Lucian stepped into the hallway. The air was cooler here.
“I don’t hate you, Skye,” he said, looking straight ahead. “I own you. And the Morettis just declared war by trying to steal my assets p>
They passed Kael, who was dragging a screaming, kicking Amy toward the service elevators. Amy saw them. Her eyes met Skye’s.
“He’ll kill you too!” Amy shrieked. “He kills everything he touches p>
Lucian didn’t acknowledge Amy’s existence. He carried Skye into his private elevator and pressed the button for the Penthouse.
The doors closed, shutting out the screams.
Lucian didn’t put her down. He held her against his chest. Skye could feel the slow, steady beat of his heart. It was infuriatingly calm.