Chapter 572. Fear

Lucien received the news from Piers and his shoulders stiffened. He had been aware of the danger involved in such a major development; there were many who would kill to see that the Delano group did not have a merger with the Bratva, for now he would be even more powerful.

His cold gray blue eyes fell on his wife, the Woman who meant everything to him. The last part of Piers’ message as his son spoke hoarsely, urgently, on the verge of panic, echoed in his mind again.

‘Piers, Mumma. They are coming after Mumma!’

And then again, the fear and terror in his son’s voice making him sound so much younger than what he was as the young man appealed,

“We have got to get her out of here, Pappa!”

Lucien looked at her. Proserpina looked ethereal, her full figure hidden in the deep grape-coloured gown, her breasts heaving as she breathed tensely, biting those full lips that he liked to bite and suck, he thought.

Pregnancy became her, he thought.

As thou