Chapter 268. Lucien

Lucien

When he came awake next, he waited for his eyes to get accustomed to the gloom.

Where was his woman? He thought with a frown, missing the clean, fresh smell of her body, her warmth, her soft body curled against him, ready for him…

With a start, he comprehended that he was in a totally unfamiliar place.

He was in a room; a small room and it was the smell that hit him. Unwashed clothing and human bodies. 

He scowled. 

Where in the f*ck was he?

Gradually the memories resurfaced.

The last thing he remembered was the snow. Slowly, as he lay there, he began to remember snippets of what had happened. 

His quest to find Dmitri Rudenko. Leaving his woman and children behind as he headed for this remote little town in Slovakia.

His lips twisted in a grimace. When he thought of his wife, he longed to hold her soft, pliant body in his arms, to crush those sweet lips and take what she offered him,