The meeting

Luciano's POV

"The rogue is dead, Luciano," Darius uttered, gazing down at the illumination from his phone. "Reginald just sent me a text."

"Damn it." I muttered, pursing my lips into a thin line.

I couldn't give a fuck about whether or not the rogue lived, but the fact that he had kept the true murderer's name to himself until his death, infuriated the hell out of me.

Last night, I had paid him a visit at the dungeon and had asked him to tell me the murderer's name to get the remedy to his gunshot injury which had turned a disgusting green and had maggots crawling out of it.

However, to my utter frustration, he had remained mum about it. Even after I dealt him several blows on the head with the log of wood I had found lying around in the dungeon.

"That rogue is the most stupid idiot I've ever encountered. He just wasted his life for the fucking murderer. He could have simply confessed, now see where his fucking loyalty has landed him." I howled, trekking into the palace room where t