Luca's pov
Grigori was waiting for me in my father's study when I was done with the intruders. I had thoroughly enjoyed breaking and mangling them so much that I almost didn't remember I needed to wring details out of them. To be honest, I didn't care. I just wanted to punish them for posing a threat to my family and Cara.
The investigator’s eyes grew wide when I walked in and I wondered just how much of a mess I looked. I hadn't bothered with cleaning up and probably had blood on my face. My hands were still stained with blood.
Grigori stealthy masked his initial expression as I got around the wide desk. The taut leather padding of my swivel chair grumbled as I sank my weight on it.
“I was shocked upon entering the mansion. The bratva caused quite a mess.” He mentioned, pulling out
