Lucian's POV
I kicked the heavy oak coffee table, sending it crashing violently into the television screen. The glass shattered into a million pieces, mirroring the jagged, chaotic mess inside my chest. I ripped the curtains from the walls, threw the porcelain lamps across the living room, and left the entire house looking like a goddamn war zone.
"Lucian! You need to calm the fuck down!" Boca shouted from near the kitchen doorway, dodging a stray piece of wood.
"Don't you dare tell me to calm down!" I roared, my hands shaking with an adrenaline-fueled fury as I grabbed a chair and slammed it into the wall. "You heard what he said, didn't you? You stood right fucking there and heard every single word that came out of his pathetic mouth!"
"Yes, I did," Boca said, keeping his voice leveled, which only made me angrier. "But don't you think he is purposely trying to ragebait you right now?"
