Page 78 of The Last Morgan
Nope.
"Don't you dare hurt her," Corey growled, voice low and deadly.
Byron stood up slowly, towering over the table.
His smirk disappeared. His face went serious.
He stepped around the table until he was inches from Corey, meeting him head-on.
"Never," Byron said.
Lucy blinked rapidly, her heart thudding painfully at the intensity between them.
Byron’s eyes softened slightly as he glanced at her.
"I'll take very good care of her," Byron added.
Corey stared at him a long moment — a long, tense moment.
Then, with a gruff noise of disgust, he turned and stormed toward the door.
"Fine."
"Be ready soon, Lucy." Corey threw the words over his shoulder. "You have an empire to run."
The door slammed shut behind him.
Lucy sagged against the table, covering her face with her hands.
"Oh my god," she groaned.
Byron chuckled darkly, stepping up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.
He dropped a kiss to her shoulder, his mouth hot against her skin.
"I like when you defend me." he murmured, lips brushing her neck.
Lucy laughed breathlessly.
"Yeah, well, you owe me. Big time."
"I'll make it up to you," he promised.
Lucy shivered, leaning back against him.
Maybe she’d just let him.
Later.
Chapter 22
Who would’ve thought that Lucy Morgan’s “normal” would be getting ready for a simple day at the office?
After the chaos of the weekend — bloody fights, gunshots, betrayals, and revelations —
the idea of sitting at a desk, taking meetings, and handling mundane business felt almost... relaxing.
Almost.
