All Chapters of The Billion Dollar Revenge For Lucia Hale: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The meeting had already been running for half an hour before Atlas realized he wasn't paying attention.Around the long table, three of his senior executives continued speaking about quarterly projections, supply chain adjustments and a delayed product rollout in the Asian markets. Charts glowed on the screen at the end of the room. Someone was explaining margin compression.It all sounded like noise to Atlas. He had one hand on his phone and he was typing under the table.‘How is she?’ Curt’s reply came quickly. ‘She’s at the studio. Working. Coleman was there earlier. Left about twenty minutes ago.’ Atlas stared at the message, a frown slowly forming on his brows. What the hell was he doing at her studio?He typed back: ‘Details.’‘He claimed the building is under one of his leases. Stayed less than ten minutes. They talked for a bit. She didn’t appear distressed after he left.’‘Did you search the studio?’ ‘Not yet.’ ‘Do it now.’“Mr. Steele?”He looked up. One of the executiv

Atlas spun around, brows lifted as he stared at his grandmother. She waved the servant away and gave them both a calm smile. “I suppose you don't know your way around, dear,” She said to Elara. “I'll have one of the servants show you to your room.” “Thank you, Mrs. Steele-” “Ugh,” the older lady waved a hand at her. “Just call me Victoria.” Elara shot a look at Atlas, but he was staring at his grandmother like she had taken away his phone. “I really appreciate what you've done for me, but-” “Well, then it's settled,” Victoria cut in. “Now, I need to stretch my back for a bit. See you both in the morning.” She walked off down the hall without waiting for a reply. It was only when she was gone that Atlas let out a long sigh. Then he turned and found Elara looking amused. “What?” he asked. “I don't know, it's just weird.” “What's weird?” “Seeing something actually get under your skin. Even if it is your grandmother.” He narrowed his eyes. “I didn’t r

“What is it?” Atlas asked gravely. “It’s Dean,” Curt replied quietly.“What happened to Dean, come on.” “He was attacked last night, outside the club. He’s…he's in the hospital.”Atlas’s face went flat. The sound of ruffling sheets behind him distracted him for a bit, but he didn't turn. The old temper was rising in his chest again. “Stay with her,” he ordered Curt, and walked out, already pulling his phone from his pocket as the door shut behind him.—-----Less than an hour later, Atlas sat in the back of one of his cars, while Bauer drove him to the hospital at the other end of the city. And he couldn't stop thinking about the fact that someone had attacked his friend.Whoever had done this had either been very stupid or very deliberate. Dean was not an easy target. He ran in circles that required a certain amount of protection, and he was never completely alone. The fact that someone had still managed to put him in a hospital bed made Atlas’s hands curl into fists against hi

Logan sat in the living room with an empty bottle of brandy on the bar table before him. He was already halfway through another. The wine cabinet before him was almost empty. And so was the rest of his apartment. Most of the furniture that still had value was gone making the place look forsaken. The couch was what was still left, and Marielle lay on it. She still wore the same clothes she wore back from the club the night before. Logan took another gulp of alcohol, smacking his lips as it burned down his chest. And as if the sound had been an alarm, Alex started crying in the other room. “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” he groaned, leaning down slightly.The baby went on crying, piercing, shrikeing sounds that filled the half-empty apartment. Marielle remained on the couch, still scrolling through her phone, completely indifferent.He set the bottle down hard and turned towards her. “Go deal with him,” he snapped. She didn’t look up. “You deal with the fact that we’re broke.”“I’m not a

She leaned into his touch, catching her breath as he gripped her steadily. Atlas’s hands were everywhere: one still tangled in her hair, the other sliding under her blouse, his palm running up her back. She arched into him before she could stop herself, her own fingers tracing the hard lines of muscle across his shoulders and down his spine. Every brush of skin against skin sent another sharp pulse of want through her.Victoria’s words from earlier echoed in the back of her mind, that she could take what she wanted. And right now, she wanted him, and she wanted him. The craving had been building for weeks, quiet and persistent, and she was tired of pretending it wasn’t there. She wanted the solid weight of him, the taste of his lips, his breath hitching when she dragged her nails lightly down his back.Atlas set her on the edge of the bed without breaking the kiss. His hands moved to the buttons of her blouse. She helped him, fingers brushing against his, until the fabric slipped fr