"Lucius, I'm your father," Vladimir said with a menace. "If you kill me, do you really think you'll find peace? You've spent your life avoiding bloodshed, keeping your hands clean while letting the police handle the rest. Even now, you hesitate. Do you truly believe that after taking my life, you'll still be able to look at yourself in the mirror? No matter what you do, you can't change the truth—you have my blood in your veins."
Vladimir had been watching his son for months, studying his every move. Despite Lucius's cold exterior, he knew the boy was too soft for this world. He eliminated low-life criminals, but only when necessary and always leaving the real justice to the authorities.
It was a foolish way to live in Vladimir's eyes.
Lucius met his father's gaze with nothing but disdain. "You're wrong," he said. "I'll find peace because for this, I have already sacrificed more than you could ever understand. In fact, the only thing standing between me and peace is you."
