Chapter 49

• LUCIAN
• Slipping the tracker inside Elaine’s purse was a bad decision. The bitch was preoccupying me through every minute. I should’ve been satisfied with having her whereabouts at my fingertips, but I wasn’t. I wanted to be hunting her. Taunting her. Scaring her until she hurt.
• I told my chauffeur to keep his mouth shut as to where our journeys were taking me, on pain of death. I didn’t need to convince him; he knew I was serious in my threats. Once he was aware of the severity of my demands, he was mine. Twenty-four hours a day, until I told him otherwise.