Lucian came home in the wee hours of the morning. The entire household was quiet, and the lights in the living room were dim. He was tired, but his mind could not rest. He needed to plan the attack against Miceli.
Lucian encountered Lorenzo as he was coming down the stairs. Lorenzo was in his pajamas and had his arm in a sling. Lucian couldn’t imagine what would have happened if his brother had been killed in that ambush. He would never forgive himself. Ever since they were kids, their mother always told him to watch over his siblings. He was the older brother. It was his responsibility to Pietra and Lore.
“You’re early for a run, aren’t you? And you’re wearing the wrong outfit,” Lorenzo teased him.
Lucian was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday morning. Lorenzo knew where he
