…Lucas POV…
Sitting across from me is a very nervous, and dare I say, terrified man. I cannot help but with a cocky smirk on my face smile down at him, “Thank you for coming.”
“You did not give me much of a choice, Mr. Lucero.”
Pushing a chilled glass of whiskey over to him, I can only but laugh, “I am glad you see that you do not have much choice in this.” As I take a slow sip from my own glass, I watch as he hesitantly takes his, “Dr. Johnson, if I was going to kill you, I would not go to the excruciating lengths of poisoning you.” He raises one eyebrow of a very twitching eye and nearly chokes. Putting the satisfaction aside that course through my veins at the power that I have over him, I calmly continue, “I would have shot you the moment you set your foot through that door. Now, Do
