Chapter 95. The Traitor

Lucien

The man stood, watching as the party unfolded. He hated the way Lucien could not take his eyes off that woman. But the Don seemed to be following her with his eyes, protectively, caring, concerned.

He scowled.

She was heavy with child, no great beauty, he thought disdainfully. And the Boss was besotted in his old age.

But the other men in the room seemed to drink her in with their eyes.

Her sensuous movements, even now, were like bait. Attracting men to her. He felt sorry for that fool Ramos. He had been openly lecherous and had paid the price for his folly.

He hated her.

Had hated Proserpina Martinez, the little nobody, from the first time he had met her.

A simpleton, he had thought when he first met her, all starry-eyed and in love with a man who was older than her. A fool. Wait for a while, Lucien will get over her, like the other women they had used. The three of them, together.

But it had not happened