Lukas returned to his sleek, high-rise office in the heart of the city, his mood as black as a storm cloud. He was seething, pissed beyond measure because he'd been forced to overhaul his meticulously laid plans for toppling his older brother. What he'd envisioned as a swift, surgical strike a quick but devastating blow to Victor's empire had morphed into a protracted chess game, demanding strategy, restraint, and endless recalculations. Patience had never been Lukas's strong suit; he was a man of decisive action. If he craved something, he seized it with ruthless efficiency, leveraging every ounce of his power, wealth, and cunning. If vengeance called, he delivered nightmares tailored to shatter souls.
Lukas was primed to unleash his fury on anyone who crossed his path—fortunately, Isaia
