Chapter 310: Keep your composure
"I am Alekis De Salvo’s son," Lucius said, fixing his gaze at Tsar.
Luca was shocked to learn that Lucius was Vladimir’s son. As per his knowledge, Vladimir had only one son, Tsar Romanov.
"Tell me why did you kill Matteo? Why him?" Lucius asked him.
"I will never tell you the truth," Tsar spat, refusing to utter a single word about Matteo’s death.
Lucius’s jaw tightened, his patience wearing dangerously thin. His eyes burned with barely contained rage as he stepped closer. "You enjoyed killing him, didn’t you?" he demanded with a cold gaze.
A twisted smile spread across Tsar’s lips. "Yes," he admitted without hesitation. "His eyes were begging me to spare him. Matteo didn’t want us to know about you. If that fucker had just told me you were my brother, he’d still be alive." He tilted his head, gauging Lucius’s reaction, reveling in the pain flashing across his face.
"Matteo died because he thought he was smarter than me. He actually believed he could end me." His smirk deepened, his voice dropping to a taunting whisper. "That’s why I left him to die slowly. I didn’t realize your attachment to him ran so deep. But now I do."
Lucius’s fingers twitched, his fury simmering beneath the surface. "Then I’ll kill you the same way," he declared.
Tsar let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "You won’t," he sneered. "Because you’re a coward, Lucius." His eyes gleamed with malice. "You can never kill me. You’re not made for it anymore." He leaned forward, despite his restraints, his words slithering like poison. "You used to take lives without a second thought. But then ’she’ came into your life—Layla."