The Visitor

Lucky’s POV Mr. Smith’s cold and emotionless eyes bore at me. I lifted my chin as he neared us and finally sat on the chair across from me. Damien was holding my hand tight under the table. My forehead creased when Mr. Smith suddenly smiled. His smile was so creepy that it made my heart skip a beat because of fear. What the hell… This man is evil. “You look like your dad, Lucresia Salvador. It’s a waste that he’s already under the ground.” I gritted my teeth. I almost balled my fist if only Damien wasn’t holding my hand. I angrily dropped the photo Duncan gave me to the table. Mr. Smith's eyes slowly shifted to it and his smirk faded. My eyes darkened as I saw how expression changed. From my perspective, anger flickered in his eyes. "What do you want?" I tilted my head. "I want the truth, Mr. Smith. What is your relationship with my dad? And why did your wife visit him?" "Why don't you just forget about the past and focus on your life, Lucresia? My daughter has been killed and that man