Page 18 of Devious Lies

And I see the real Luc.

No, I don’t know everything about him. But maybe it’s time for me to learn more.

I lick my lips as he steps back once the man stops moving.

His face is still warped in an angry snarl, but I’m not scared of him.

I feel breathless and warm all over. And I’m eager for what he’s about to say.

Luc turns to look at the man bleeding all over the floor and he spits.

Then he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

And he looks at me.

“My office. Now.”

CHAPTER FOUR-LUC

Idon’t often give into my rage. Anger unbound is a destructive thing.

Weaponized, it is downright lethal.

That’s how I feel when I see that asshole reach across the bar for Maria.

Lethal.

Fucking homicidal.

Physical violence is no stranger to me. But I prefer to exact my vengeance in other ways these days.

But every now and then, someone asks for it, and this motherfucker is asking for it.

The second I spotted him moving in aggressively towards Maria, I leave my office where I’ve been watching the security feed for the last twenty minutes.

Nodding at Anna and her friend as I pass, I frown as I move closer to the bar.

To her.

I don’t know how I know shit is about to go bad. But I always know.

It’s part of why I’m the fucking Council.

Violence is not the answer to everything. But it is the answer to some things.

I learned that very early in life.

Usually, I keep certain things locked up tight in compartmentalized boxes inside my brain.

It’s like a filing system.

I am not saying I have a photographic memory, but it’s close enough.

Right now, I’m using my almost eidetic brain to bring up what I know about fighting.

Things I learned on the streets and everything Angel taught me.

I pull it all to me as I stride angrily across the floor.

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