Lucien’s POV, One week later“Fuck, Lucien.” Adrian holds his head with a grimace, and I rub the bridge of my nose. “What the fuck are we doing in a supply closet? Why did you pull me…” “Hushh.”I hiss before he keeps talking and blows my cover. Then I peek through the gap and watch her pass. As usual, she has her glasses on, her hair is packed in a tight bun, and a scowl is on her face. “Are you hiding from your wife?!” he whisper-yells, and I roll my eyes, even though he can’t see me in the dark room. “No, I’m just…” I gesture with my hands, and he chortles.“Sure, you are.”“Shut up.”I fling the door open as soon as she’s out of sight and drag him with me to my office. No, not my office. Mireya’s office. That’s one of the only places Elara can’t be found dead in. “You know this is bad,” he laughs, “you are so gone.”I ignore him.“It’s unbelievable,” he continues. “The Lucien Kòrvac. Terrifying mafia heir. Billionaire. Emotionless monster. The Young Wolf. Hiding from his wi
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