Lucian
I was sitting up in my bed when my brother walked into the room. I felt like s**t, the poison was still rampaging through my system but it was no longer life threatening. It had been almost three weeks since Sebastian located my team in Mexico. I never told Lazarus why we were headed out that way or what we had found; I was going to pay dearly for that mistake.
I watch Lazarus sit down in the chair near my bed. “So, what the f**k happened?” he questioned, his voice cold. I cleared my throat, my voice hoarse. “We had a lead on the girls.” The sound of my voice grated against my ears. He popped his neck, his anger evident on his face.
His face darkened, “Why didn’t you notify me?” I looked down at the sheets. “Because I wanted to make sure.” Lazarus
