Apocalypse Rebirth: Under The Mad Dog's Protection
I was slightly breathless, my adrenaline pumping a mile a minute, but a triumphant smirk broke across my face as I looked up at the towering mafia lord.
"You see," I panted, wiping a stray lock of hair from my eyes. "A baseball bat can absolutely be added to the list of finesse to deal with the Falcones."
Lucien stared down at me. Then, a low, deep chuckle started in his chest, quickly building into a rich, booming laugh that echoed across the water. He holstered his gun, shaking his head in absolute disbelief.