Luciano Remus
Luciano’s fingers tightened around his phone, knuckles white, heartbeat slamming against his ribs like it was trying to break free. The moment he heard Marcus had tried to kiss Nikoletta, something inside him ruptured—rage, despair, the kind of fury that stripped him down to bone.
I’ll kill him. Myself. And she’ll never have to marry that bastard.
He could already see it—ripping the breath out of Romulus’s son, watching the light die in those smug eyes. His mind painted a dozen ways to end Marcus, each more satisfying than the last.
But Dario’s voice, cool and steady, cut through the storm.
“Luciano, it’s a good plan, but don’t be reckless. Killing a Romulus heir isn’t simple. You need precision. Patience. Strategy.”
Luciano inhaled sharply, forcing his emotions into a
