Lucien's POV
I fired the bullet on instinct because whoever was able to break into my place without triggering my alarm system was dangerous and I was right.
The bullet was already fired before I saw who the intruder was clearly. Luckily for the bastard, he reacted faster than I, pulling out his gun to knock out my weapon from my hand, changing the trajectory of the bullet.
The bullet shot straight for a picture frame shattering the glass immediately. Luckily, my house was made with concrete walls, which held the bullet from escaping the wall.
The shot faded with a sharp sound. My gaze was locked on the figure sitting on my couch, casually sipping my whiskey like he wasn't almost shot seconds ago.
"Who welcomes family with bullets?" Ivan lazily sneered sipping his drinking dangling his gun with the other hand
