CHAPTER 157

Lucifer adjusted the cuffs of his black shirt, standing before the full-length mirror, without blinking. His reflection stared back at him in a cold, dangerous, and composed way.

Today was the day he had waited for. It was the beginning of Giovanni’s ruin. The beginning of retribution. And the day he sees his family.

He combed back his hair, slowly. Like a barber, before the big chop. He was so invested in his looks thst he didn't hear the first knock come.

After a moment, the knock came again. A bit persuasive this time.

Lucifer’s eyes didn’t leave the mirror. He muttered a silent, “Come in.”

The door...