Lucas Sinclair Novels & Stories

Lucas glanced up casually and waved when he saw his father entering. "Hey, man," Lucas greeted, his tone light and unconcerned. But his father’s face was anything but calm. A deep frown etched across his features, his eyes sharp and cold as he glared at Lucas. "What the hell is your problem?" his father barked, his tone sharp with anger. "Do you realize things have escalated to the point where the Sinclair family had to get involved with us?" Lucas shrugged lazily and set his fork down with deliberate nonchalance. "I liked a girl. Someone in the Sinclair family broke up with her. Is that a crime?"

There were women I was with in some, and from the angles, it appears we were more than friends, but… why am I with a man now? The sudden but sharp throbbing of my head tells me that I will need to stop soon, so rather than wasting time on pictures that lead to more questions than answers, I move my attention to the files. Year XX: Lucien Sinclair, a Beta operative in The Force Military department, was partnered with Niklaus Heinrich, heir to the Heinrich family. Partnership ended in year XX when his position as heir was revealed. Year XX: Ties between Heinrich International Electronics revealed connections with arms trade Snake-

The scent of scotch and gunpowder was overwhelming. "The Commission won't let this go," he warned. "Marcus was a made man. Even if he was a traitor, I killed a blood relative without a formal vote. They’ll send someone. An Inquisitor." "Let them come," I said, a new, cold hardness settling into my bones. "I’ve already mapped the Inquisitor’s accounts. His name is Silas, right? The 'Cleaner' for the Lucchese family?" Enzo pulled back, his brow furrowing. "How do you know that?"

A single diamond stud in his left ear… small, understated, lethal. He looked in the mirror. Not a grieving man. Not a broken man. A man delivering the final quarterly report. He returned to the study, closed the door, and locked it. Adjusting the camera angle until his face filled the frame perfectly… shoulders square, eyes level, expression composed… he sat and pressed record. The red light blinked on. He waited three full seconds before speaking. “My name is Lucien Sinclair,” he began, voice low and even, “and this… is the truth.”

he said, his voice full of a dark, bitter promise. "But I have the earring. And I have the truth. You can run back to Julian Vane today, but I’m going to be in your shadow every step you take until you admit who you are." "Elena, get in the car!" Jason commanded. Selene tore herself away from Lucas, the cold air hitting her like a slap. She stumbled toward the SUV, her legs feeling like lead. As she climbed into the back seat, she looked out the window. Lucas was standing alone in the rain, holding that tiny silver lily up to the light. He wasn't just a businessman anymore. He was a hunter who had finally found his prey.

I imagined all the sounds he’ll make while I fucked him. Damian chuckled, scraping his teeth against the tender spot on my neck. “What’s your safe word?” Safe word. We needed a safe word. Fuck. What was he going to do to me? “I can choose for you, if you don’t mind,” he offered, laying open-mouth kisses on my skin. I nodded. “Something simple. Silver. The colour of your jewellery,” he whispered, giving me a kiss on my shoulder. I clenched my eyes shut, repeating those words in my head. It shouldn’t be too hard to remember.

From across the room, Chloe could tell something was wrong. “Thank you, Uncle. I’ll be at the shareholders’ meeting on time,” Lucas said with a strained smile before hanging up. As soon as the call ended, he slammed the receiver back onto the desk so hard that the cable snapped loose. A small spark jumped from the end of the wire, making Chloe flinch. “Lucas, what happened?” Jaw tight, he pressed both hands on the desk. “Evelyn Sinclair… she just sold all her shares to my uncle.”

His hand rested lightly on the curve of my waist, grounding and maddening all at once. “I see that our Luna has been training you.” Nolan said, choosing to direct his question to the children who are watching excitedly. “And I can tell if this is how your training is starting, then I'm going to have a stronger league on my line, aren't I?” I tilted my face up, ready to ask what the hell he was doing. I wanted to ask what he was doing, but the smile that was on his face was one that I never saw. Even the children were happy to see him like this.

Liam Sinclair at some public event, young and handsome and completely unaware he was being photographed. Jackson Maddox with Liam, the two of them laughing about something. "Astor Sinclair is in prison," Kenji said. "Murder. Attempted murder. He's going to die in a cage just like you've been dying in yours." "Good," Danny said flatly. "But he has a son. Liam Sinclair. Twenty-something-years old. Lives in the city. Dating Jackson Maddox, whose father was Astor's partner in West Ark." Kenji tapped Liam's photograph. "The sins of the father, Danny. Isn't that what the Bible says? A tooth for a tooth."