Luc's POVI had to beg the doctors to discharge me.The hospital room smelled like something straight out of a medieval torture chamber. The food wasn't anywhere near my taste, and I was losing money by the second just lying on that damn bed.Amaya insisted I stay for a while until they caught the person who shot me.Caught the person who shot me?They'd be lucky if they could even find his bones. I'm sure Antoine had already handled it. Otherwise, my father would have paraded around with that asshole's head.Speaking of my father, I couldn't return home without paying him a visit.He had a lot of explanations to give me.The door opened before I even got into the house. His right-hand man, Diego, stepped out, walking with controlled and composed manners, his head held high with pride as I walked in.He hadn't said a word, but my hands were already twitching.His presence alone was enough to stir up childhood memories I'd buried a long time ago.He never laid a hand on me, but boy, di
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