Federico's fist tightened into a hard ball under the table and his knuckles clenched white. His face was slightly pale and his lips thinned into a straight line as he glared at Lucian.
“What is the meaning of this?” His voice was soft but dangerous.
Lucian shot him a sly smile and settled into an empty chair. “You don't look happy to see me. Why?” He shrugged. “I mean, is this what I get for deciding to visit you after the news of your arrest? Poor manner of welcome if I must say,”
“What games are you playing?”
“If I play a game, I play to win,” Lucian winked, tapping a finger on the table. The reaction on the other man's face was exactly what he desired. Cornered, like a wounded kitten.
It was like balm to his aching bones.
“You're wasting your time. There's no evidence that I emb
