Lucien Lachance Novels & Stories

Her face tightened in anger and she all but rounded on Claude but Lucien draped an arm over his Woman’s waist and pulled her resisting frame onto his lap as he growled. “Are you suggesting your Mumma and I should go in for another child, then boy?” Proserpina struggled, while Tara dimpled blithely, Camille who had come in with the breakfast, chuckled and shrugged when Lucien fixed her with a look. Rudy had dissolved into chuckles and Louis looked uncomfortable. “I already have a stable of young men and women, boy. “ drawled Lucien as he squeezed Proserpina’s ars*. She had risen to her feet, her magnificent breasts heaving in anger and embarrassment just as Danille and Grace walked in.

Salvatore Romano was a man of many talents and even more expertise. Efficient, punctual, quick-witted, loyal, and trustworthy. His father worked for Arcangelo's father, but never obtained the position which Salvatore did. And now, Salvatore worked for Arcangelo. He joined the Mafia when he was 23, and now being 35, he had been a part of the Regnante household for 12 years.

CLANG Lucien gently places the glass of wine in his hand on the stool in front of him, drawing everyone's attention to him. He casts a cold look at Phil. "This is the second time you've used that derogatory term to describe Declan. If you do it again, you can forget about your life!" "What else is he if not your lackey? Hmph! Who are you to tell me what I should do?" Lucien frowns. "People, by nature, seek death. That does not surprise me. Declan is my brother and friend. If you want to know how far I can go, you can call him that nonsense again!"

"Since we don't know each other I'd try not to see that as an insult. What I am is not important for now, but you can Google me, I'm a restaurateur." "My ass." Logan wasn't looking too pleased. I guess he didn't like anyone being more of a spook than him. Mancini just smiled and pulled up a seat like he owned the place. One thing was clear; this was no biker type. He's exactly what I would've been if Elena had got her hooks in me as a teen. He was well dressed, well groomed and I guess what the women would call fuck hot. There wasn't a hair out of place and butter wouldn't melt in his mouth. But it was in the eyes; they were the eyes of a killer.

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.

He tried to decline again but I didn't let him. "He didn't order you to hoard that information from me, did he?" "No, he did not." Charles answered sincerely. "Okay, then you're not going against him by telling me where Matthieu is. Whatever piece of information you have on him, I want it." I knew Charles probably knew much more than Matthieu would want him to know. That was what made him the best person to get information from. Sighing, Charles eventually gave in to my request, "Mr Laurent is Mr Jacobs second cousin from his mother's family. He's been living in and out of France but eventually decided to settle down in France seven months ago."

Nic looked at me and I hated that I was thinking about the cabin, which meant my face was not as serious as it should have been. I nodded to avoid them staring too long. "You need to tell us everything." "Ok. Fatty is my boss." he held onto the wound on his thigh that was gushing blood and at that rate, He would die from the wound infection than from any bullet I was going to shoot him with. "Does fatty have a real name?" He blinked once, twice and I stepped closer, catching a whiff of something unpleasant from him. "Finn Connolly. But we all call him fatty, everyone calls him fatty."

“They’re early.” Alex sighed. “Council again?” Jake nodded. “Looks like it.” The vehicle stopped. Adrian Vale stepped out first, followed by Mara. Behind them came someone new. A tall older man with silver hair and sharp eyes. Brody sat up straighter. “Well that guy looks important.” The Archivist Inside the cabin, the newcomer introduced himself. “My name is Lucien.” His voice was calm but carried the weight of someone used to being listened to. “I am an archivist for the council.”

A single, encrypted text line began to type itself across the dark screen in real-time. I turned my head, my jaw tightening as I read the incoming message from an untraceable terminal: The Harringtons were just the front, Lucien. The secondary beneficiary ledger didn't stop with Chloe. Look at your father's private estate archive from 2019.

“Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.” The name didn’t ring a bell, though something about it made my wolf stir uneasily. “Mr. D’Amaris,” I said carefully, returning his smile. “And what brings you here? I was told that you were interested in an investment proposal.” “I heard of your plans for a new independent firm,” he said, his gaze sharp but warm enough to disarm. “A bold vision, Luna. I admire that. I’d like to be your first investor, if you’ll have me. Given that I am not from your council, I believe that having something of your own should give you a bit of an advantage.”