Lucas POV ”What do you mean by we are being followed?” I asked just to be sure I wasn't panicking for the wrong reason. “One of my men had seen a suspicious man staring at us in the restaurant. He just confirmed that he saw the same man in a car following us a while ago.” Now I was panicking. Who could possibly want to track me down? For what reasons would anyone be following me? I still hadn't announced my newly acquired wealth so who would think to try and kidnap me?“Are we in danger?” I asked. “There's no need to panic. We are going to get the man. One of the patrol cars spotted him driving this way. He sped off before we could get a chance to ask him questions.” This must be the dangerous side of this life. But I wasn't going to back out just because things were starting to get uncomfortable. “I need to find out who that was and whoever sent him. I need men on it as soon as possible. And by that, I mean right now.” Caleb looked at me with a proud face. He must not have ex

Lucas POV I made my way to my company. No one had arrived yet so I didn't rush. I strolled into the office without having to keep my eyes over my shoulder at all times. It was nice to walk without feeling so scared of anyone. I was about to make it past the group of cubicles when I heard quiet sobbing. It came from one of the cubicles and I stopped to have a look. When I leaned in to steal a glance I caught sight of a troubled woman. She was hunched over her desk trying unsuccessfully to muffle her tears. I took a glance around her desk. The empty box of pizza and the upturned cups of coffee told me that she had probably been up all night. Documents are scattered on her desk but they were pushed away from Where her head lay. I could have continued my walk to the office but this woman grabbed my curiosity. I wanted to know what was wrong with her. I did the only thing I could think of to grab her attention. I tapped my fingers on the desk beside me. Her head shut up from where it

Lucas POV Caleb was the one who was taking charge of monitoring the projects. He made sure I wasn't just signing out projects without getting any improvement like it had been in previous times. I trusted him. He was dependable, no-nonsense, and always got the job done.As we approached 8th Avenue, the first glimpse of the project came into view. Massive steel beams rose against the skyline, the skeletal frame of a towering complex that would soon house dozens of businesses. Workers in hard hats moved like ants, cranes loomed overhead, and the hum of machinery filled the air.“Not bad,” I said.“Not bad?” Caleb snorted softly, though he quickly caught himself. “I mean, glad you think so, sir.”I laughed, a deep, rumbling sound. “Relax, Caleb. Credit where it’s due; this is impressive.”We parked near the site, stepping out onto the gravel lot. The ground was uneven, a mix of dirt and crushed stone that crunched under my boots. A foreman hurried over, clipboard in hand, his face light

Lucas POV What a day! After the stress I had been put through, I wanted to stay in my new house and get a good rest. But I returned back to the Wright family in the evening. Everything was going well for me courtesy of Ava. It didn't matter when I got back home, I knew I would no more go back to a pile of tasks waiting for me like it used to be. Ava and I were also getting close by the day. If I didn't show up at home, she was going to start asking questions. I had managed to say on her good side. I didn't want her rude self to return. I had a couple of drinks with Caleb before I returned home. I was a little tipsy but I was organized. I didn't mumble or stagger no matter how intoxicated I was. I was feeling a little dizzy and I couldn't trust myself to put words together without fumbling my speech. Take it from me, after the drinks, it was not easy to pull myself together as I headed back home. “Are you sure I should drop you off here?” The cab driver asked. Usually he would