Lucien Moretti
Lucien Moretti didn't look like a man who needed to prove himself. He sat back in the leather chair like he owned the room—and everyone in it. Platinum blond hair was slicked away from his face, a few loose strands falling across sharp features that belonged on a magazine cover rather than at the head of a criminal empire. Cold gray eyes watched everything and revealed nothing. The cream suit draped perfectly over a fighter's frame, expensive enough to buy loyalty and clean enough to hide bloodstains. An unbuttoned white shirt exposed tattooed skin and the gold chain resting against his chest. White hand wraps covered his knuckles, worn from years spent in the gym long after he could afford to pay others to fight for him. Lucien was beautiful in the same way a loaded gun was beautiful—elegant, polished, and incredibly dangerous.
About Lucien Moretti
Lucien Moretti didn't look like a man who needed to prove himself. He sat back in the leather chair like he owned the room—and everyone in it. Platinum blond hair was slicked away from his face, a few loose strands falling across sharp features that belonged on a magazine cover rather than at the head of a criminal empire. Cold gray eyes watched...Read more