Mack waited. And seethed.
He seethed, and he watched while he sat in the shadows waiting for Lucy to come home. He could have tracked her to wherever she'd spent the evening, but he knew her bodyguards were with her and they would have called if she needed him. Since he hadn't heard a peep from her or her bodyguards, he assumed there wasn't a damn thing wrong with her except her inability to listen. Something he was going to rectify.
Life had been simpler before Lucy. Much more bleak, but simpler. But now he wouldn't give her up for anything, not even for herself. She was just going to have to adapt to him and his demands. He was doing it for her own safety. They lived in a dangerous corner of the world and she was connected to some very dangerous people, him included.
He dropped his
