"You think you're clever, don't you?" Liam's voice was low and sharp, slicing through the tension in the dimly lit hideout. He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as he stared at Luca, who sat bound to a chair. The room smelled of damp concrete and stale air, the only sound the faint dripping of water in the corner.
Luca met Liam's glare with a smirk. Despite the bruises on his face and the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his defiance remained intact. "Clever enough to know you're in over your head, Liam," he retorted, his tone laced with mockery. "You think this little charade will scare me?"
The knuckles of Liam's hands were whitened; his neck was distended in the effort at holding himself in. "I'm not playing games here, Luca. You better tell me what Ethan is up to,
