Eighty-Eight.

Lyon’s arrogance irritated Lucas, he didn’t stand a chance against Lyon and part of him was grateful to the person that shot the gun.

“Just because you were able to get my back on the ground doesn’t give you the right to talk like you would win again if we ever decided for a rematch.” Lucas spat.

Lyon smirked and even that was enough to send Lucas’ blood into a rage of their own as he clenched his fist.

“I’m not agreeing to a rematch,” Lyon responded with a little sneer, “I already won this round and I want you to steer clear of Chelsey.” He added.

Without saying anything else, Lyon signaled for Abraham to help get the car around while he warned Lucas.

“If you bother her again then that would open the ground for not only you behind bars but for your police uncle too.”

“I don’t make empty threats and I really hope that you wouldn’t try to snoop around for what I can do because you wouldn’t like it.”

The sound of a car revving behind them caused Lyon to smile as he asked Chelsey to get
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