"I don't believe I've ever met anyone who was proud to call themselves a mad dog," I murmured, keeping my body low against the leather seats as I watched him slide the safety off his weapon. "Lucien Giovanni, you really are a strange one." Lucien’s low, rumbling chuckle vibrated through the quiet cabin, completely unfazed by the dozens of armed men surrounding us outside. "Strange?" he purred, glancing back at me over his shoulder. In the dim light of the tinted windows, his dark eyes held a fierce, terrifying brilliance. "Maybe, sweetheart. But out here, when the world is about to rot, you don't want a civilized man keeping you safe. You want a vicious, untamed beast." "Two," Daniel counted smoothly from the front seat, his finger resting lightly on the trigger of his suppressed submachine gun, his droopy eyes completely locked onto the driver’s side mirror. Lucien’s hand reached back, his fingers briefly tangling into my hair at the nape of my neck, tugging just enough to dr
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