Luca's pov
It was a f*****g bloodbath.
My men stood guard as I ambled down the hall, shooting at everything that looked remotely suspicious, my shots aimed to kill.
Three of the soldiers had been shot dead, leaving me with four out of the seven that came along with me.
I walked over several unmoving bodies, recognizing some more of my soldiers among them.
Red, hot fury boiled in my bloodstream. The absolute gall to attack no other place but my family residence and on my little sister's wedding day.
Hot fumes puffed out of my lungs as something black pulsed within me. Alexei Mikhalov was going to regret this day.
The bastard was obviously reacting in response to the show I put out for him last time. He was pissed and probably nursing the loss of his alliance with the Serbs and h
