Lucian's fingers tapped repeatedly against his desk, his legs crossed as he rested comfortably in his swivel chair. A cigarette between his fingers, smoke curled lazily around him and towards the ceiling of his study.

His mind had been a hazy mess, trying to conjure up the best punishment for Gianni. He couldn't possibly just let him off with an easy death. He took a drag from the cigarette again, his jaws clenched.

If Aria hadn't been there, he'd be dead, and he hated it.

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