Luciana cocked a brow at him.
"What?" the older man furrowed his brows. "I'm correcting myself, now you won't even tell me who the fuck shot my girl?"
Silence fell between the two men before Lucian spoke, "Fernando Stolov. The bastard you wanted to force her into marrying."
Now, Amadeo's expression had entirely changed. He didn't lose control, however there was absolute calm rage in his eyes. He could smell the killing intent that was suddenly oozing from the man.
At the end, one was still a father, no matter how cruel he could be.
"I am the same blood type as her," Amadeo said, swatting his grip off his shirt. "Take me to her."
....
It'd taken no longer than thirty minutes and following behind Lucian, Amadeo walked into the moderate house.
He was first met with a woman, young with short hair and the bluest of eyes he'd ever seen. She'd smiled at him, but he didn't return the gesture. His expression was passive.
"My daughter? Where is she?"
