THIRD PERSON P.O.V
Luc was in rage, he couldn't think properly. He felt betrayed. His jaw were clenched as he recklessly drive his car.
The road was empty, thank God. The way he was driving it would surely made him visit his early grave. His heart was beating so fast. He was angry, but what he felt more was hurt.
How can Marcello think, so low of him. How can he accuse that he was having affair with his wife.
Like a bolt of lightning, his car came to halt in front of Trocelli Mansion. He open the door and step out of the car slamming the door shut furiously as he walked inside.
Marcello was sitting at the hall room, the lights were off as he hold the bottle of bourbon on his left hand dangling in the air.
His eyes were closed, his head tilted up the at the ceiling.
He wanted some
