CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

LUCA'S POV.

With a glass of whiskey in my hand and a mind full of vengeful thoughts, I got up from the couch and left my room to the balcony, wanting to look over the city to clear my head.

The view from this spot was what made me love this mansion even more. It made me feel like I was in control, looking over everyone in the city. People loved to say I was a control freak and an asshole, but little did they know that hiding deep inside me was an insecure man. A man that craved the fear and attention that he got from being wealthy, because he felt like he had nothing else to offer than his looks.

Yes, I finally said it. I was insecure as fuck and I played it very cool by putting up this hard exterior to the rest of the world, but could you really blame me? I'd had to experience for myself just how cruel the world was at the mere age of fifteen, and that had shaped me into the asshole I was.

I would say I was way better before Ramson Damien came into my life and fucked my sister up. Y