ELISE
Lucien stopped moving. His shoulders still appeared normal but his gaze hardened.
“I didn't expect sweet Elise to research about me,” he said, obviously trying to steer the conversation away from him.
Elise scoffed, “So you work with the mafia?”
“I do.”
His reply was straightforward now, but there was a smile hooked on his face. It was like a tilt at one end of his lips, and a predator kind of look on his face.
I swallowed, shifted uncomfortably, but I maintained a cold gaze. “So you have killed all your business partners?”
His eyes glinted with what looked like amusement. I wanted to reach for his face and smack it so hard that it would leave fingerprints on his cheeks. But he was my benefactor. Wasn't he very lucky?
“Yes, sweet Elise. I kill all my partners. Especially
