Stepping on the burning flame to put it out, Luca loses himself looking out to the sky. The balcony provided a perfect view of what the beautiful city of LA provided. Oh that's right, it didn't provide jack shit. No time to think like that though, he thought to himself as his foot drags on the ground, trying the smear the remnants onto the ground below him.

He couldn't put his finger on what he was feeling at this point. Odd, when has Luca ever been at a loss for words? Picking his foot up off the ground, he stomps down again, trying to clear the ashes off his shoe. A smile spread across his face as he thought about how much that small action did to him.

No longer tied to the sins of his father, leaving behind the life he could've had with Victoria had he stayed loyal to Heiman. None of that mattered to him anymore, or so he tried to rationalize to himself. However, anyone who's gone through a situation similar to his would be able to tell him that the feeling was only temporary.

Luca was on cloud nine though, dancing into the main room of the apartment as if it were the break in scene of A Clockwork Orange. He takes his wallet out of his pocket and lays it on the table. Walking up to the television in the middle of the room, he sees the reflection in the blank screen not as his own.

As his father's.

Furiously, he shakes his head. This had to be a mistake, he was still seeing things from the concussion, right? He couldn't comprehend it, hadn't he just left all of this behind? Did his subconscious not get the memo about him not feeling anything about his old life anymore?

Or was it just setting in that simply wanting nothing to do with it doesn't mean you'll have nothing to do with it?

That sometimes you have to answer to your actions instead of just running and hiding from them?

Luca turns away from the TV and looks back at Katrina, who was still asleep in the chair. As he sees her face, he realizes right quick that it isn't her face.

It's Victoria's.

NO! This is not happening! Not now, not ever again!

Only one thought crosses his mind as looks away from Katrina-toria's face.

The common denominator in all of this? Jeffery Heiman. I make sure he gets what's coming to him, it'll put the final nail in the coffin of my old life.