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d her to take a step forward. Her hands gripped the hem of the lacy night wear, while she approached him carefully. Almost at where he sat, his hand stretched out and he pulled her toward him. He

to meet her gaze. In his eyes, she could see him desperately begging her to spare his life that was if any choice she made even mattered. His daughter was too young? What could Lucian possibly want with her? "L-let him go...please" Her voice quivered, A dark chuckle rumbled beside her, his voice low and dangerous. "Mercy belongs to God, piccola. Punishment is mine to give." He muttered, his eyes gleamed with coldness and harsh intent. He raised the gun slowly, directing it at the man's head. Aria felt all the nerves in her body stand up, a murder was going to happen in front of her, she couldn't watch it. "Oh God," A whimper tore from her throat as she threw herself into his chest, her hands desperately covered her ears. They shook, her head buried into his shoulders. The sound of the gun's click echoed in the room, but it never fired. "Take him away," Lucian ordered, and dropped the gun back on the table. His men each grabbed the man by the shoulder and hurled him along with them. Aria sat trembling in his lap, unable to move, her body completely stiff with fear. She couldn't bring herself to look him in the eyes. "What kind of man are you?" Her shaky voice cut through the silence. A small smile plastered on his face, "The kind that mothers pray their daughter never meet." He leaned closer, his breath brushed past her skin "You shouldn't fear me..." He caressed her thighs, "Your sister ran with something that belonged to me." Her hands clenched into fists at her side, what could Camilla have taken from him? how could she even know him? "But you, you were untouched. And I like my things, pure." Then, slowly he reached into