Luca POV
The last twenty-four hours had been torture. I kept waiting for Elena's body to show up somewhere in the city while trying to drown my father's words out with work.
Nothing was helping.
So I resorted to the only other thing I could think of. The whiskey sloshed in the bottle as I poured my fifth glass. Maybe a good drunk would dull the pain enough that I could focus.
At least I was smart enough to have Gino bring me to the penthouse instead of getting completely blitzed at the club. If our enemies could see how completely wrecked I was, they'd take advantage of the weakness in the Syndicate. In the privacy of my apartment, I could fall apart without worrying about the message it was sending.
And I couldn't hold myself together anymore.
Elena was the single bright spot I ha
