Whatever made Anthonio sob this way, thrilled Lucas. He was gratified by his grief, and wished his pain lasted long enough to make him ill—again.
It was the least he deserved, compared to years of pain, he had caused him. Between, hate, and revenge, against his Grandfather, Lucas preferred none above the other, he wanted both at the same time.
He glanced back towards Sonia's office, the doors were still locked, and for a minute, he grew tense.
Angela and Sonia, had never been friends, let alone sit for long hours, talking. He guarded his mother with firece protectiveness, and loyalty. To think she could be in any form of danger, stilled his heart.
Anthonio was standing now.—backing him, and facing the window, and Lucas wished he could storm his office, and trigger a fight. But then, his mother was more important than him. Sonia had his loyalty, any day, any time. He could borrow trouble to keep her safe.
