Everyone around was stunned—if this kept up, someone was going to die.
After all, they were all part of the same Moretti family, all under Lucas’s command.
Fights had broken out before, but no one had ever brought out real weapons.
Now, even though Lucas had given the order, no one dared step forward to stop him.
Oliver stood frozen, too terrified to make a sound, afraid that he would be the next to suffer.
Until a pair of small hands wrapped around Lucas’s lean waist, a soft face pressing against his back as a muffled voice pleaded:
“Lucas, stop fighting.”
Lucas finally turned around, a flicker of panic in his expression—once again, Victoria had seen his cruel, bloodthirsty side...
He quickly pulled her into his arms, gently stroking her silky hair, his voice tender and soothing:
