Luc kept a distrustful eye on Logan as he walked away, whistling. His gaze didn’t waver until Logan was out of sight. Then with one troublemaker down, he turned his attention to the other. “Paige, I don’t know what you’re up to, but I’m not in the mood for it.”
Paige patted Luc’s shoulder. “You’re not a very trusting man, Mr. Lockhart.” Smirking, she slipped past him. “And I don’t get that. It’s not like you’re the man we drugged, kidnapped, and shackled in pink cuffs or anything.”
“Drugged?” Luc echoed, completely lost by the turn of events. "Kidnapped?" Then the two worst words a Dom could hear in regards to himself hit Luc like a sledgehammer to the skull, and he boomed, "Pink cuffs?"
Paige nodded. "Bubblegum pink," she specified, sounding positively gleeful, while a smile as maniacal as Hannibal Lecter himself split her face in two. "And they're suuuuper furry."
Fuck. That was all Luc could think. Fuck.
Striding away, Paige had a distinct bounce in her step. “Have fun with your toy, Luc. He’s waiting—not so patiently—for you in the dining room.”
Luc's brain finally caught up with what the hell was going on, and a violent expletive erupted from his lips then, "You didn't."
Paige refused to respond.
"Please tell me you didn't, Paige"
Her continued silence was damning.
"He'll kill you."
Her back to him, Paige shrugged. "I'm his sister. He'll get over it. He loves me, you know."
Like that would matter once Declan got out of those furry pink cuffs.
"Blood may be thick, Paige, but it isn't thick enough to save your ass. Not this time."
Paige simply disregarded him, waving over her shoulder. “Don’t forget to lock up, Luc. D has the keys in his coat.”
-Mia
