LUCAS POV.

A perfect coincidence. Wasn't it?

The wanker who had challenged my authority as don twelve years ago when I had first become one happened to stand by my wife, kissing her on the head.

Didn't he learn? I believed I had put him in his place twelve years ago, but I guessed he just couldn't pass off a chance to irritate me, only that it did more than irritate me; it made me want to bash his skull constantly with a hammer until there was nothing left but scrambles of brains ...