Luca paused. He turned slowly to look at his father. His chest rose and fell heavily, every breath dragging through clenched teeth. His hair had fallen slightly over his forehead, and his eyes…
His eyes were bloodshot angry.
Wild.
"Settle down! Now!"
Julian wiped blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, his broken nose already swelling as crimson dripped onto the floor.
But no one moved.
Luca slowly turned his eyes back to Bianca. His fingers flexed slightly.
Still itching for blood.
"What is this madness?" Don shouted. "My rule in my familia is you cannot hurt your family!!!"
"Your rule, father?" Luca turned fully now, staring straight at the old man. "Do you have any idea how much Julian has hurt me. Do you even have any fucking idea how many times his mother hurt me before she died?"
Julian stiffened.
Don's jaw tightened slightly, but he remained silent.
