Lucas stormed into the dimly lit lounge where Damian stood.
"Find something on him," Lucas growled, his voice low and dangerous.
"Who?" Damian asked, though he already suspected the answer.
"Isabella’s father," Lucas spat. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, the veins in his neck pulsing with barely restrained anger. "Anything. I don’t care how deep you have to dig—every shady deal, every skeleton in his closet. I want it all."
Damian raised an eyebrow. "Lucas, do you have any idea what you’re asking? He’s a powerful man. Going after him without a solid plan could…"
"I don’t care about the risks!" Lucas snapped, his voice rising. "He’s the reason I’m in this mess. The reason I signed that damn contract. The reason Desi is gone!"
Damian sighed, leaning back against the counter
