“You think Gianni would forgive the little fight that happened here last time?” Domenico muttered as he slammed his car door shut behind him, his voice laced with sarcasm.

Lucian’s gaze rested on the flashy sign board that rested on the building before him,

“The short bastard doesn’t have any right to offer me forgiveness. Who knows, I might still walk out with all his teeth.” His tone calm, yet echoing with so much pent up anger.

He turned softly, his attention drifting ...