Lucas pov.“This isn’t about the Vanchis, Moretti.” He said. “I couldn’t care less about you guys childish fight over a rock” he added slowly like he’d been waiting so long to say it. “This is about my daughter?”His daughter?What about her?“Your daughter?” I asked, my hand still on my holster.“You know, your father was smart. Everything he did was calculated and planned. He never made reckless decisions, ever, and even though I resented him, I have to give him credit when due.” He stood up, tapping his cigar on the ash tray one of the men handed to him then he placed it back in his mouth carefully. “But I can’t say the same for you.” He added looking at me dead in the eye.“What is it, Carlo? I don’t know anything about your daughter,” I said, my eyes still on his men holding the gun.“I didn’t say you did,” he let out a puff of smoke. The smell lingered the air mixing with the smell of old wood from abandoned furniture out the church. It was suffocating. “You see Luca, you’re bec
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