LUCIUS DEVINE

It was all over. My head was throbbing. My heart was aching and my fists were clenched tightly.

I was standing at the balcony, a hopeless look on my face. No, I wasn't fucking hopeless. I was going to get Lisa back. She was mine and I was hers. And not even this would tear us apart forever.

"Fuck!" I cursed, throwing the glass of beer in my hand across the wall.

"You bastard!" I yelled at my own self, grabbing the bottle of beer and throwing it across ...