LUCIANO’S POV
I balled my fists as I stared at the image in front of me, an unexplainable surge of rage making its way towards me.
Just the sight of Violet with Mikhalov angered me to unbelievable extents. I’d come to the gala with the possibility of the worst happening but definitely didn’t expect it to come in that form.
Violet. With Mikhalov. Bodies so pressed against each other.
Our eyes met for like a split second and almost immediately, she turned away from me.
It looks could kill, Mikhalov would definitely be dead by now as I glared at him from a distance. More than anything at that moment, I just wanted to put a bullet through his f*****g head and make him regret being that close to Violet. Make him regret ever daring to mess with me and not only being close but also daring to
