Page 17 of Devious Lies

From what I’ve heard, Luc is this intellectual who abhors physical conflict.

He is a lawyer. A considerate man. Not a hothead, right?

He doesn’t get his hands dirty. At least, that is what I thought.

Over the past few months, I thought I learned all about the hierarchy of the Vipers.

Angel is the muscle.

Nico is the king.

Luc is the brain.

But I was mistaken.

Luc is more than that.

Quiet.

Smart.

Classy.

Hot as fuck.

And violent. Very, very violent.

Also, way out of my league.

That last part is not debatable. He is out of my league.

I like smart guys. But I always knew I would need someone strong if Matteo was going to be a problem. His visits to my mother tell me he will be.

But maybe I’ve been going about it wrong. Maybe I don’t need strong. Maybe I need smart.

Or maybe I need both. Someone smart and strong.

Like Luc.

But there are no other guys like Luc.

I watch, stunned, as he unleashes hell on the squat, drunk man.

Until Angel finally pulls him off.

His chest is heaving and his eyes glitter like the silver piercings in his ear and eyebrow.

The music is still blaring and there are a small team of bouncers surrounding the area, pushing nosy customers back.

Really, it is chaos.

But I don’t care.

I don’t pay attention to any of it.

I am too busy watching Luc.

The mask he usually wears in public is gone.

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