"I make it as quick as possible as thanks for raising me all this time, uncle Mark," Luca said as he smiled at the man in front of him. His smile was radiant, but it was a total nightmare since right now his hand was inside Mark's chest, gripping the man's beating heart.
Mark's pupils were shaking and his face was distorted because of the burning pain that concentrated in his chest. His hand felt so weak as he tried to shake the strong hand that pierce inside his chest. Although the hand was completely still like it was a stone.
Mark was in total shock as his brain started to proceed with what Luca had just said. He thought that he had hidden the fact about Luca's birth perfectly. Where did Luca find out about this? What did he do wrong that Luca was killing him? He was still his uncle?
Luca smiled and as if he could read all the questions in Mark's eyes, he said the next words calmly, "Of course, I know. we are just so different."
