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Luciano's anger was triggered by his father and brother, at his mother's memorial service.

A day Ago,

Luciano stood at the vast, ornate hall where his mom's memorial service was being held. His jaw was clenched so tightly that it ached. He knew that behind the facade of those gathered belied the insincerity of their whisper. Not any one of them had a single sympathy for the woman who they claimed to mourn, they only cared about their power, appearance and no one was more obvious to flaunting those than Luciano's father, Silas Moterno.

Dressed proudly in a black suit, Silas held court at the center of the room,...