How was this possible? What relationship did he have with his father and worse of all why was he standing here? Right in front of him.
In front of Luck was the psychopath that kidnapped Diana.
His mind raced trying to find a connection between the two but no matter how hard he thought he found none. Nothing had changed, he still knew next to nothing about the mysterious man.
Luck lunged at him only to be dragged back by the chains binding him to the floor.
His stoic face twisted into one of anger, no, it was hatred. He hated the man in front of him more than anything else in this world.
Luck wanted to put his hands on him so badly, he pushed himself forward, his fingers just few inches away from the man but it was not close enough. He couldn't reach him no matter how much he tired.
He smiled his golden eyes glinting in delight.
