Chapter - 50
As Lucius stepped into the suite, he found exactly what he expected.
Luxury dripped from every corner— golden chandelier overhead, plush carpets underfoot, and a half-empty bottle of whiskey sweating on the glass table.
Marcus lounged in a leather armchair by the window, a smirk tugging at his lips. A woman in a tight red dress perched on his lap, her fingers curled around his collar, laughing softly at something he'd whispered.
The moment her eyes met Lucius's, the laughter died.
The two men flanking the room stiffened. One stood by the minibar, the other loomed in the hallway. Both moved subtly, their hands sliding toward their belts.
Lucius didn't give them the chance.
The man near the minibar sprang first— fast, but not fast enough.
Lucius slammed his foot into the coffee table, sending it crashing into the attacker's shins. As the man stumbled, Lucius
