Chapter 472. Trapped

Lucien was furious with Schwartz; it was obvious that he had kissed his Woman and he sat in his car, clenching and unclenching his fists.

Schwartz had got into his own vehicle but Lucien could see that he was distracted, had seen the way the man who was his best friend, had avoided Proserpina’s confused brown eyes.

She had looked hurt and unhappy, not the expression of a woman who was cheating on her husband, he knew.

So it had been Schwartz who had got carried away.

Now he got out of the car in silence, his body stiff with anger and strode into the Club.

Schwartz followed, his long legs striding beside the Don, head hanging low, morose and repentant.

Once in the study, however, Lucien indicated that he wanted to be alone with his mate. His guards and valet trooped out silently.

And the moment Schwartz stepped in, Lucien swung his fist, connecting with Shwartz’s jaw. The tall man lurched back, his hand going to his face, stumbling, a crystal