His Little Temptress
“Yes. She’s too innocent. And please, you have to keep some of your stuff away from her. She can’t know the kind of person I am or what I do, Damien.”
“No, man. That I can’t promise you,” Damien said, shaking his head. “But wait a second. She doesn’t know what you do?”
Lucien exhaled. “She thinks I run a logistics company.”
Damien laughed under his breath. “You run a logistics company, alright. Guns, pills, and powder.”
“Don’t start,” Lucien warned.
Damien turned and leaned back against the bonnet, eyes locking onto four of his men approaching. They moved in sync, silent and sharp, dressed in nothing but sleeveless black blazers and tailored pants.
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