Anderson's POV
Their presence demanded attention, especially Axel's, whose broad shoulders cut through the space like a knife. He locked eyes with Lucas, his expression a perfect blend of arrogance and malice.
Lucas, unbothered, leaned back in his chair, his smirk sharp enough to cut glass. “I don’t know what you mean, boy. Maybe you’ve got the wrong guy.”
Axel’s eyes flared with shock and anger in an instant.
I could not believe it either, especially after Lucas’ warning earlier.
“Who the hell is this guy?!” Axel’s guy
barked, stepping forward like he was ready to swing.
"Back off," Axel ordered.
His sharp glare locked onto Lucas. "I’ll deal with this myself."
“Don’t play dumb with me. You know exactly what I mean.”
Axel let out a frustrated scoff, running a hand through h
