out, spilling his guts.
Literally.
Now it was time to go after the next person in the long line of guilty assholes who made him suffer.
This time, it was going to the damn defense attorney. He liked to sit in his expensive office, telling the guilty he’d get them off.
AND HE DID.
To him, he was the worst of the worst. It was bad enough when a lawyer failed, but when they helped get a scumbag set free?
Yeah, he needed to die.
So, he was sitting there, watching the man pull into his driveway.
This one was trickier.
He had a wife.
He also had a mistress, two girlfriends, and some extra pussy on the side.
Well, he thought no one knew, but he did. He’d watched him for ten years, and the time was now.
He’d waited long enough to mourn what he’d lost. From here on out, he was getting revenge.
It started now.
As the man parked his car and headed toward the house with his briefcase in his hand, he wasn’t paying attention to what was going on around him.
That would be his big mistake.
As he headed for the door, that’s when it was time. Walking up behind him, the tire iron in his hand, he waited for just the right moment.
Three.
Two.
One.
He cleared his voice.
The man turned.
That’s when he clocked him upside the head with the metal. He fell backward landing on the concrete step. His blood splashed the white roses in the large urns.
It reminded him of the flowers on the grave.
They were covered in blood too. He’d never look at the flowers the same way again. Life was totally different now, and he’d never be the same.
It pissed him off.
It made him want to rage around.
It made him angry.
Grabbing him by the legs, he dragged him into the grass, across the dark yard, and toward the trees. He had his plans all ready for this one. All he hoped was that he didn’t hit him too hard.
He wanted him to scream.
He wanted him to suffer.
What he wanted was to make the man weep for the things he’d done. Then he might have peace.
The best lawyer was a dead lawyer.
And this one had a special place to go.
Chapter Three
To say that introductions were tense would be an understatement. As soon as the rest of the team approached, the man who lived in the large manor looked spooked.
They had heard what he’d said to Avalon, and they were prepared for the worst.
When they saw him, it wasn’t nearly as bad as they’d thought. Yes, he was a scarred mess, his face ruined by the wounds someone had inflicted on him. Yes, his neck was all burns, likely leading down his chest.
Still, he was human.
In fact, beneath the covering across his face, he was still handsome.
Lucian Monroe wasn’t a monster. He had one eye, and the other was covered with a patch, but really, that’s the most shocking part. The scar had been worked on by some surgeons, and while clear, it wasn’t horrifying.
Inside, he stood in the large mahogany foyer with his body ramrod stiff. As Avalon did the introductions, he seemed ready to bolt.
One by one, they shook his hand.
“I’m Major Maura Gaines-Mars,” she offered, smiling at him. “I’m here to make sure that you and Avalon stay safe.”
He shook her hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”
Lucian was scared shitless of women. He’d encountered a few after his ‘accident’ , and they all gawked. A few even made gasping sounds.
“What?” she asked, looking around. He was staring at her as if she had three eyes.
“Nothing?” he asked, pointing at his face and neck. “No comment?”
“You have a scar. Get over it. My one team in the Middle East got blown to shit and back. Two of my men lost all of their limbs, and two were in bits. Your injury isn’t anything to write home about, Mr. Monroe. From here, it looks like you got a freaking boo-boo.”
He was shocked by her brashness.
No one had ever said that to him. Oddly, it didn’t upset him.
It actually offered some relief.
Luke shook his head. “I’m Lucas Mars,
Literally.
Now it was time to go after the next person in the long line of guilty assholes who made him suffer.
This time, it was going to the damn defense attorney. He liked to sit in his expensive office, telling the guilty he’d get them off.
AND HE DID.
To him, he was the worst of the worst. It was bad enough when a lawyer failed, but when they helped get a scumbag set free?
Yeah, he needed to die.
So, he was sitting there, watching the man pull into his driveway.
This one was trickier.
He had a wife.
He also had a mistress, two girlfriends, and some extra pussy on the side.
Well, he thought no one knew, but he did. He’d watched him for ten years, and the time was now.
He’d waited long enough to mourn what he’d lost. From here on out, he was getting revenge.
It started now.
As the man parked his car and headed toward the house with his briefcase in his hand, he wasn’t paying attention to what was going on around him.
That would be his big mistake.
As he headed for the door, that’s when it was time. Walking up behind him, the tire iron in his hand, he waited for just the right moment.
Three.
Two.
One.
He cleared his voice.
The man turned.
That’s when he clocked him upside the head with the metal. He fell backward landing on the concrete step. His blood splashed the white roses in the large urns.
It reminded him of the flowers on the grave.
They were covered in blood too. He’d never look at the flowers the same way again. Life was totally different now, and he’d never be the same.
It pissed him off.
It made him want to rage around.
It made him angry.
Grabbing him by the legs, he dragged him into the grass, across the dark yard, and toward the trees. He had his plans all ready for this one. All he hoped was that he didn’t hit him too hard.
He wanted him to scream.
He wanted him to suffer.
What he wanted was to make the man weep for the things he’d done. Then he might have peace.
The best lawyer was a dead lawyer.
And this one had a special place to go.
Chapter Three
To say that introductions were tense would be an understatement. As soon as the rest of the team approached, the man who lived in the large manor looked spooked.
They had heard what he’d said to Avalon, and they were prepared for the worst.
When they saw him, it wasn’t nearly as bad as they’d thought. Yes, he was a scarred mess, his face ruined by the wounds someone had inflicted on him. Yes, his neck was all burns, likely leading down his chest.
Still, he was human.
In fact, beneath the covering across his face, he was still handsome.
Lucian Monroe wasn’t a monster. He had one eye, and the other was covered with a patch, but really, that’s the most shocking part. The scar had been worked on by some surgeons, and while clear, it wasn’t horrifying.
Inside, he stood in the large mahogany foyer with his body ramrod stiff. As Avalon did the introductions, he seemed ready to bolt.
One by one, they shook his hand.
“I’m Major Maura Gaines-Mars,” she offered, smiling at him. “I’m here to make sure that you and Avalon stay safe.”
He shook her hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”
Lucian was scared shitless of women. He’d encountered a few after his ‘accident’ , and they all gawked. A few even made gasping sounds.
“What?” she asked, looking around. He was staring at her as if she had three eyes.
“Nothing?” he asked, pointing at his face and neck. “No comment?”
“You have a scar. Get over it. My one team in the Middle East got blown to shit and back. Two of my men lost all of their limbs, and two were in bits. Your injury isn’t anything to write home about, Mr. Monroe. From here, it looks like you got a freaking boo-boo.”
He was shocked by her brashness.
No one had ever said that to him. Oddly, it didn’t upset him.
It actually offered some relief.
Luke shook his head. “I’m Lucas Mars,
Similar Books
![Lakeshore Chronicles [10] Candlelight Christmas](https://fs.collectorofbookboyfriends.com/572035/thumbs/152x264/lakeshore-chronicles-10-candlelight-christmas.jpg)
