Too Curvy for the Kingpin — Lucas's Bruised Face

7 o'clock a.m. sharp. A heavy, furious pounding slammed against the door. Sloanie, what did you do to my son? Stay here.

I opened the door. Beatrice stood there, her face contorted with rage. My son was out on that terrace all night! How dare you lock him outside! Your son held a lit cigarette to my child's face.

You should be grateful all I did was make him spend one night outside. What gives you the right to treat him like that? If he ever touches Lucud again, last night will seem merciful. Sloane, you'll pay for this!

No one will ever bully either of you again I promise Anyone who tries Will answer to me

A few weeks later, Lucas came home from school I caught him trying to sneak past the foyer Keeping his head down and his jacket pulled tight over his face Lucas, stop

He froze, slowly turning around The right side of his face was bruised and swelling up fast you get in a fight I fought back but I still lost who Rex Vance and two of his