Getting soft

“I hate men like you, who think the world revolves around them,” Marcos said lazily while stripping off his coat. His sharp eyes shifted from a fuming Luciano to the chair he wanted to sit on.

“Do you love her?” Marcos asked and tossed his coat away. His lazy gaze fell on Luciano, “do you care for her… are you willing to die for her?” Marcos fired Luciano with questions as he sat down and one of his men handed him a lit cigarette, crossed his leg over the other and took a long sniff and puffed out the air. Luciano's expression darkened

“Whoever you are… give me back what you took, I'm not someone you can cross,” Luciano remarked coldly, his eyes sharp like a blade. Marcos let out a chuckle and concentrated on his cigarette

“The woman you killed, the woman whose baby you ripped out of her womb with your bare hands,” Marcos said with a sinister smirk and puffed out more smoke. Luciano was irritated as he struggled to get free; however, the men held him down

“Such a useless man, who can