Chapter 63

• Lucas' POV
• Every time I pick up a gun, intending to take a life, it feels nothing more than duty. Performing a service that will push our syndicate forward. Today, the gun feels cold in my hands. This is personal.
• Everything had become clear the second my club sent over the footage of last night. My suspicions were right. I’d been drugged. I saw the moment my club manager slipped something into the wine while it was being brought down. I saw the moment he chatted with Maria, hiding behind the bartender’s station. The manager was a creep, desperate to get some ass. So he’d sold me out for her?