The last hitman hit the ground with a thud, and Lucian straightened up, a broad, almost cocky smile spreading across his face. He turned that smile on the gang leader, who had frozen in place. The man's eyes darted around, looking for an escape, but before he could take even a step, Lucian was already there, blocking his way. With one swift move, he grabbed the man, locking a tight grip around him.
While Lucian busied himself holding the gangster in place, Axel took the chance to start slipping away. Jayvaughn's attention was still on the groaning men sprawled across the floor—those they'd beaten down earlier—so Axel's escape seemed within reach.
Then Lucian's voice cut through the air like a knife. "Mr., where are you going? Wait—who sent you here to help us? We still have to thank you for your help!"
