Chapter 586
Chapter 586
Lucian clasped her fingers. His other arm was wrapping around her to pull her closer. Allison’s body
was pressed against his.
“You know how precious my time is, but I want to spend it celebrating your birthday with you,” he said.
His dark eyes softened with tenderness. He bent down to scoop her up. “So, during this precious time,
we should do something meaningful.”
Allison’s hair danced in the ocean breeze, and her smile was dreamy and intoxicating.
Lucian looked at her and felt as if she was a siren, luring him into her spell. He was truly ensnared;
there was no escaping for him in his whole life. For the first time, he felt an intense desire to possess a
woman.
His Allison, belonged to him alone.
…
At the stroke of midnight, the Blue Club was at the height of its popularity. Situated behind the bustling
Northfield Main Street, the place was alive with vibrant lights. Despite its worn-out sign, Blue Club was
always buzzing with energy, and its owner, Hughes, was shrouded in mystery.
All that was known was that four years ago, this club appeared out of nowhere. Hughes’ background
was enigmatic, and his combat skills were formidable. When a group of local thugs came to extort
protection money, Hughes single-handedly fought off half a dozen brawny men. Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.
The thugs were left sprawled in disarray, while Hughes only sustained minor injuries. After that, the
local thugs didn’t dare trouble Hughes again.
The street had its share of thugs, most with their own backing, and they all spoke of a man named
Konnor. Despite a few scuffles, Hughes respected the street’s rules and made a point of maintaining a
relationship with Konnor each year.
Konnor was in his forties. He looked quite scholarly with his long hair, and could easily be mistaken for
an art film director or a university professor. He spoke gently, unlike his subordinates who were prone
to vulgarities. But beneath his refined exterior lay ruthless tactics that made the entire underworld
tremble at the mention of his name.
The Blue Club stood on a street that was both dazzlingly lit and shrouded in intriguing darkness.
Directly across was the opulent Red Jack Club.
Inside one of Red Jack Club’s private rooms, Konnor puffed on a cigar, eyeing the young man across
from him. “Mr. Pete, speak your mind.”
Pete was straightforward. “I’m looking for someone. A trail leads to your man, Darian, but Darian’s lips
are sealed tight. He was probably paid off for his silence. I’m hoping, Konnor, you’ll do me the honor of
prying him open.”
Konnor replied, “That simple.”
Pete added, “I’ve known you for years, and you know my temperament. I don’t beat around the bush.”
The underling nodded in agreement.
Darian was at a club, having lost three rounds of poker. His mood was far from pleasant. When his
phone rang, he answered with irritation, “What?” But his tone changed instantly upon recognizing the
voice on the other end. “Oh, Hughes, what’s up? Ah, Konnor wants to see me? I’ll be right there, right
away.” Read at
On the way, he couldn’t help but wonder, what did Konnor want with him?