C38 Rage of the Don

Lucien

He grunted and downed his drink in a gulp. Wave upon wave of jealousy flooded him as he gulped another stiff drink, seething with rage. Damn, the woman. Did she have to parade herself before his associates?

The crowd he moved about with didn't hesitate in switching partners, hell, he thought, scratching his hair-roughened chest, he had done it so many times, himself