LUCIEN’S POINT OF VIEW.

I stared at the red note in my hand, the fresh one I’d picked from my car on my way here. I wanted to shred it, to set it ablaze, to take out my frustrations on the piece of paper, at least until I found the hands responsible for doing this.

The contents of it left me feeling confused about its meaning.

    ‘She’s about to be mine now… It’s only a matter of agreements.’

What the hell could that mean?

Does this fucker think ...