A cool mist of sweat falls over my skin as I feel the naked body of Lucas slides in behind me. I don’t know when he slipped inside and how I did not hear him, but the desire I had two seconds ago to tell him to get out vanished as I felt every square inch of my body dissolve into him.With a soft, stuttering breath, I try to find the words, though they come through slow and trembling, “Lucas, what are you doing in my bed?”“Baby doll, you did not come.” He pauses for a breath moment as I feel his warm breath linger on top of the edges of my delicate skin. “I was waiting for you, but you never came.”“Lucas,” I grind into my teeth as he starts to run his fingers over my thigh, “I don’t want…”He does not even give me a moment, for then he continues, “Ssshhh, baby doll, I know you do, and I know…” He stops and hesitates, “I know there is something…

As he makes his way to the room door, the tears that have been threatening to consume my eyes and edge their way down my face come rolling with such great force. The raging anger that is suffocating every corner of my body lets loose like a beast. As far as my feet take me into the room, every single object that finds itself in my path shatters in pure brute force against the wall. The very place that we made love not so long ago, the very lingerie that I wore is ripped to shreds until there is nothing but small pieces of fabric scattered over the floor. The chair he sat on, finds its way through the room, there is glass shattering into fragments of nothing. I ram my fist with a hatred so raw in the mirror where he watched his reflection, hundreds of pieces cutting at the skin of my hand.I lay complete destruction to everything that is and was a part of him until I can say that for now, for this minute, I shall be rid of any thought of him. And when he returns into the passa

…Lucas POV…Endless agony.That is what it feels like to be in my own presence.It is the third day now that she has not been back at the club, and it is absolutely killing me still. I know I need to get my head together, but I simply do not want to do it.WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME?This is a fucking mess. My perfect mess.Yes, Lucas Lucero’s heart is broken.I have to see her.So it is with the utmost determination that I can keep it together that I make my way to her home. With somewhat trembling hands, I softly knock on the door, yet it is Savanah that opens.“Hey, Lucas.”“Hey Savanah, is she here?”“She has not been out her room for three days now. Please talk to her.”With that I slowly walk over to her closed bedroom door. With one deep breath, I struggle to find my voice, “Lexi, can I come in.”There is no answer.

…Lucas POV…Tonight I am in the same place I find myself every night. A place between excitement and danger. Where you live on the edge of pleasure, of pure adrenaline that flows through your veins. I love every minute of the thrill. I did not get to be here by playing safe or obeying the rules that society sets. Do I desire this lifestyle? Absolutely yes.So I sit and stare over the masses of people filling every corner of the room. This is such a cliché, a man like me sitting in such a familiar place as this. Well, here is where I thrive; here is where I rule. But my power goes beyond these doors, far into the city and beyond the state.Lucas Lucero shall be a name that you say softly over your lips, for if I catch you not respecting one syllable that flows from your mouth, you shall find yourself at the bottom where daylight does not flow.Tonight as with every other, I find myself surrounded by more women than I possi

…Lucas POV…Lexi, she is like the song to a thousand melodies as I repeat the beauty of her name over in endless circles of my tortured mind. I have not seen the beauty that captivates my soul for what shall now be the third night in a row. The irises of my now bleeding eyes have scanned the floor endlessly for her return, yet she has made no appearance. This settles a rather deep worry in my heart, have I scared the fragile delicate angel that she is away? This shall be one of the many things that Lucas Lucero is so known for, I cannot and have never been able to keep the same woman on my arm for much longer than a week at the most. It is not that I have never desired such a thing, I am simply not capable of commitment in any way or form. Now give me the power of the most feared man in this state and beyond, then I gladly show you my commitment beyond compare. Place a beauty on my arm and tell me to desire the one thing I do not know how to