𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐬𝐞 [𝟏𝟖+]

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"Why don't we play a little game of Russian roulette."
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🌙* ""Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see."
               
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L U C A ' S P O V

"What the fuck are you playing at Luca?! You could of ruined everything!!" My father seethes before he shoots me a glare.

Rolling my eyes I sit down on my office chair and light up a cigarette before I begin to listen to my god damn father continue to list everything I had supposedly fucked up since Luna's death.

"You killed nearly all of Ivan's men! We have two left Luca! Two! And they're both fucking idiots who know nothing!" My father spits before he grips the end of my desk in anger.

For some reason beyond me my father had found out about the incident that involved Rory and Ivan's men. But they weren't police. They were the men that Ivan sent to England. The men that had helped Anastasia murder my sister. And the same men that will help me nail the cagna to her coffin. However after one of Ivan's men knocked Rory out I instantly saw red and went on a rampage after Damien had arrived with back up. Damien and my men wiping most of them out.

"You're right they are fucking idiots, they know nothing about Ivan's plans. But don't worry Damien and Enzo are going to send their heads back to their families in due course." I explain before I take another hit of my cigarette.

Rolling his eyes, my father only shakes his head at me before he starts to pace around my office. "You know what Luca? You are right. I don't have to worry about anything when you're cozying up to the enemy's sister. Do you plan to fuck her before you put a bullet in her head?"

At my father's words my eyes instantly widen before I start to feel my heart race.

At my expression my father can only laugh. "Yeah I found out about your dirty little secret Luca. Blake told me that your plaything is Anastasia's god damn sister!"

Standing up from my chair I immediately put my cigarette out. "If you lay one fucking hand on her I swear to god I'll kill you." I glare before pointing a finger at my father.

"You can't be serious Luca. You actually like this girl? The fucking girl who's sister murdered your own?!" My father states in disbelief.

"She's innocent! She knows nothing about what her sister does. All she knows is that her sister is some god damn hero fighting for her country." I reply before my father only shakes his head at me again.