Lucian POV
The guys and Aria had decided to stay at my father’s place tonight. The house was quiet, and as I made my way downstairs, I went to his office. In all the years I’d known my father, I had never seen him look anything but impeccable. He always told me image was key.
Never showing weakness by always looking your best and being ready for whatever life throws at you.
My dad sat at his desk. His shirt was wrinkled and even from the doorway, I saw a stain from the pasta we’d all eaten. There was growth on his face from not shaving for the day. His hair was all over the place, clearly from running his fingers over it repeatedly.
“What are you doing up, son?” he asked.
“I could say the same about you.”
“I don’t have time for sleep.”
Even though he had a glass full of scotch on hi
