Luca's POV
My knuckles were already bloody from the punches I had thrown. My anger at the asshole before me continues to get stronger. "I've already killed a plethora of your men. Do you not understand that? Your daughter was the lead guide for the missiles. How does that make you feel?", I taunted, trying to rile him up and make him break, one way or another. It seemed to have worked, too. His facial features hardened with betrayal.
"Awe, why the long face? Did you really think that your daughter wanted anything to do with the man who had her kidnapped as a child?", I asked. I was not certain of this, however, he has spoken a lot about how he has orchestrated many of the horrible events of her life. In spite of that comment, his face morphed into confusion, throwing me for a loop as wel
