WARNING: This chapter contains sensitive and violent content. Please read at your own risk.
LUCIAN "L" VITALE'S POINT OF VIEW
"So basically—we need you to look like you got dragged through hell and back?" Kidd slumps against the wall, arms crossed over his chest.
I'm on the couch, leaning forward with my elbows on my knees, listening as they toss ideas around. At first I thought they were joking-but they're right. Sera's still scared of me. She found out about the life I lead, what I've done... maybe she heard I'd threatened to kill her. It was never real, just heat of the moment, but that's probably why she ran.
Show up unannounced, and she'll panic. The boys will too. We need this to feel real.
Ace snaps his fingers, pulling us all back. "How about we beat the shit out of you? Three against one-you'll look pathetic enough to make her take you in."
I smirk, leaning back. "If the three of you can actually lay a hand on me."
