Lucas left the De Luca estate without a word, stepping into the car Matteo had pulled up at the entrance. The moment the door shut behind him, he exhaled slowly, rolling his sleeves back down, ignoring the faint strands of Alecia’s hair still clinging to his cuff.
"Where to?" Matteo asked, glancing at him through the rearview mirror.
He didn’t answer immediately. His fingers tapped idly against his knee, his mind working through what just happened. He had made his message clear to Alecia, and with how things went he's forced to believe that Antonio has no idea what's going on.
Lucas wasn’t foolish enough to think a man like Antonio De Luca would let what happened slide. The old man had patience, yes, but patience wasn’t mercy.
"Drive around," He said finally. "I need to think."
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