~ Lucien ~
"Where do you think you're going, Adrian?"
I didn't scream the words. I didn't have to. My sedan drifted into a sideways halt, the tires screaming against the wet pavement. I didn't wait for the car to fully stop before I kicked the door open. The smell of burnt rubber and rain-soaked asphalt hit me instantly, mixing with the sharp scent of ozone in the air.
Across the narrow, dead-end alley, Adrian’s silver Mercedes was pinned against a soot-stained brick wall by two of my black security SUVs. The high beams cut through the drizzle, casting long, shaky shadows that danced against the trash bins. Adrian was already out of his car. His hand was shaking so violently I could hear the metal of the gun rattling against his wedding ring. He pointed the barrel at the black sedan whe
