LUCIANO'S POV

Damon leaned against the door frame, his familiar smirk never faltering as he surveyed the room, his eyes gleaming with that calculative look I'd come to expect.

“You're always asking me what I want, what's with you? I can't stop by to see my own brother without wanting something? I know I've been bad to you, but come on, you're my big brother, act like one.” Damon said, his voice dripping with feigned innocence as he strolled inside. But I knew better, Damon always wanted something.

“Out with it, Damon.” I replied calmly. “I don't have time to waste on games, what do you want?”

Damon chuckled softly,...