Impossible. Luciano is dead.

Luka pov

“I must say, you almost had me. Almost. If only your answers weren’t that perfect, if only you left some details out, or let’s say, forgot a couple of things - I might have believed you. The mystical hatred aside, tell me, did you really think you would succeed? Seriously? Think about this - you are going against Lenox Vincent. No, let’s make it even better - you are going against Lenox and Luciano Vincent. Yeah, that sounds even better.” As I speak, Fenton’s face turns as white as a paper sheet and the grin on my lips spreads wider.

I have always hated using my family name against people, but now, it’s pretty pleasant.

For a moment, there’s nothing but the distant forest sounds surrounding us. It looks like Fenton has completely lost himself, nearly brainded. Until, he shakes his head and gets back to his senses.

He clears his throat. “Impossible. Luciano is dead.”

Colour me surprised, who would have thought that my father has died? I raise an eyebrow at him and decide t