Just before the security door slammed shut, he caught sight of Yasmeen looking up at Hector and one of his henchman. Didn’t matter why she was in a place she should not be, all Lucian could think was, finally, he could kill something. A film of red cloaked his vision as he pointed for half their crew to go right while he, Sorin, and Spencer went left. They knew the layout of the casino well because it was Lucian’s. With any luck, Hector also knew where he was going. To the nearest exit. Slamming out an unmarked door in the far corner, Lucian had to fight with Sorin to stay in the lead. “Get the fuck behind me,” he growled. “Fuck you,” was his pain-in-the-ass’s response. “You touch Hector; I’ll shoot you before you land one shot.” Sorin chuckled. “Fine. I’ll take Rolph.” “What’s happening here?” Spencer muttered in a strong Irish accent. “Are you two fighting over who gets who?” “Yes. You get no one,” Lucian taunted, uncharacteristically participating in a conversation.
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