Love me, London

fifty-six

[THIRD PERSON P.O.V.]

Like a thunder, he entered the room, seizing every breath and attentions to be turned directly in his way as they should.

Six men seated across the long table in Yusuf Luciano's office glanced up in awe. Their eyes locked on their one and only boss in unison,

"I need a word with you...in private."

Yusuf's pulse skittered. He watched unbelievably as every one of his minion co-workers stumbled out of his office as per his son's request. They knew better than to define him. Even Yusuf himself was getting more and more intimidated by Liam these days.

"Son."

The young man didn't flinch one bit at his father's disapproval tone. He was not especially surprised either. The group of people Liam had just chased out was among one of the most high-ranking members of their company's board of directors. Some of those guys were double his age. But he didn't care. He never did.

Walking up to his father, Liam stood tall and mighty in front of his desk. Yusuf looked at his son. His dark, straight eyebrows draw together.

"Who the fuck is Xavier Del Rio?"

The thin red folder that was once gripped tightly in Liam's hand was slammed down on the desk. He watched impatiently as his father's hand rubbed his chin before they came together, folding in front of him.

Liam observed his father's expression as he sat rigid. He was wringing with sweat and agitation.

"Father." He called again.

"As I've told you before, boy." Yusuf hummed, "He is our enemy."

At his reply, Liam gave the old man a quick once-over.

Even from the way he spoke, his tone and body language screamed untrustworthy.

Liam was angry with himself. Frustrated that he couldn't see all these red flags. They were waving through empty air, dancing on the wind in front of his eyes this whole time. Yet, he was stupid enough to look past every single one of them.

"Our enemy?" Liam scoffed, shaking his head, "Our enemy...or your enemy?"

The way Yusuf's face suddenly dropped upon hearing his son implied. Liam wished that his father could see for himself. It was hysterical. Like the face of a little boy who just got caught red-handed stealing candies from a candy shop.

But in this case, Yusuf stole a life. Two lives, to be exact.

When Liam took one firm step forward, bringing his tall figure to tower over Yusuf at the massive desk, the old guy had to lean back.

"London's father didn't kill Mr. Serrano." Liam grunted. Nobody could tell what was going through his mind. Not even Yusuf himself, "You killed him. It was you."

Yusuf's eyes narrowed.

"You killed Santiago Serrano." Liam repeated one more time through his gritted teeth, "You killed the man who the world believes to be your best friend, father." The young man hissed in disbelief, "You fucking killed him. How could you?!"