The Ceo's possession: claiming his chaos
Lucas maneuvered the car through the opening, and they sped toward the safety of the estate.
The mansion was crawling with security when they arrived. Lucas stepped out of the car, his shirt torn and his knuckles bloody from the struggle. He didn't go inside. He pulled his head of security, Marcus, to the side immediately.
"I saw a dragon tattoo on one of them," Lucas said, his voice a low growl. "Black ink, a dragon wrapped around a dagger. Find out who they are. Now."
"Yes, sir. We will cross-reference the database immediately," Marcus replied, his face grim.