Novel & Cerita Lucien Lachance

He smiled-slow, polite, practiced. “Enchanté,” he said in a smooth French accent, taking her hand without asking. “I’m Lucien Laurent, Global Development Director for the European Commerce Council. Your presentation was… formidable.” Sara blinked. “Thank you.” He didn’t release her hand immediately. Alaric’s gaze cut toward the gesture like a blade. Mr. Laurent finally let go, smiling wider. “Your insight into implementation challenges was refreshingly honest. We don’t get such candor often in these conferences.”

"Pull up the protection records for Serafine's grandmother." "…Yes, Don." The young soldier paused, then started flipping through the thick paper files. Just then, a low, cold chuckle came from nearby. "Well, well... look who graces us with his presence. Don Lucien, making a personal visit to our little outpost?" Lucien spun around, his face instantly darkening. It was Damine. He had once been the family's Consigliere, with many loyal followers and Lucien's most trusted right-hand man.

The silence in the dining room was so thick it felt like it could be cut with a surgical blade. Thomas stood beside me, his hand resting possessively on my shoulder, while Lucien looked like he was ready to commit a crime in broad daylight. "My wife is the majority shareholder of Vane Holdings?" Lucien’s voice was a low, dangerous rumble. He didn’t look at the documents. He looked at me, his eyes searching for a betrayal he hadn't prepared for. "How?"

(Fiesty slut isn't she what I wouldn't pay to be the one fucking this virgin pussy) the man said cruelly. She flinched at his words and she felt him stroking her thighs as he struggled against the next mans grip. " Basta che ora appartiene a Leonardo e non deve essere toccata, a meno che tu non voglia spiegare al don che hai rovinato il suo regalo di compleanno"(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said.

“Don’t make me regret my generosity.” Vaughn swallowed hard. “You won’t, sir.” Lucien leaned back, folding his gloves neatly on the table. “And about the funds from Marseille…” His gaze landed on another man, who suddenly couldn’t meet it. “Tell your brother to stop pocketing crumbs from my table. I’m feeling merciful tonight. Don’t make me change my mind.” The room fell into the kind of silence that obeys. Then Lucien rose from his seat. “That’ll be all.”