Chapter 193. Trapped

Lucien

He was like a man on fire, a man possessed, although his mind was now moving coldly and clinically. He was reaching out to all the people he knew—the ones who had any idea about Dmitri Rudenko’s whereabouts, the ones who had agreed to stand with him if a gang war broke out.

But he kept drawing blanks. Raking his hand through his grey-white hair, he turned sharply as the door was flung open.

First things first, he thought as he nodded at Schwartz, who had run in, straight from the airfield. The younger man looked dishevelled and heartbroken.

He snapped at the person on the other end of his phone coldly.

“Yes. Keep me posted.’

'Proserpina...' whispered Schwartz, and Lucien saw the pain and anguish, the fear that he was controlling with a superhuman effort, mirrored in his underboss’ eyes. 

Both men were bound with feelings for the same woman, who was lovely, kind and generous Proserpina

He had known all along