Lucius tightened his grip on the man's collar, his scowl deepening. "What do you want from me?" he demanded. "I don't have time for your games. Name your price, and I'll pay it."
The man smirked, unfazed by Lucius's temper. "Easy there, Lucius," he said and introduced himself, "I am Fabio Vittorio. I've come to collect an old debt. You might not know me, but I know you very well."
Lucius's brows knitted together as confusion clouded his gaze. The name rang faint bells in his mind, sparking a memory. Matteo mentioned that name before... An old rivalry, rooted in vengeance, between Matteo's family and Fabio's.
Fabio seized the opportunity, prying Lucius's hands off his collar and pushing him back with a little force.
"I've never taken anything from you," Lucius countered. His mind raced to piece together Fabio's motives.