Dante’s POV
I didn’t move from where I stood, my fists still clenched as Lucas stepped inside, his eyes darting around like he was searching for an exit. I gestured toward the armchair with a single jerk of my head.
“Sit,” I ordered.
He hesitated for just a fraction of a second before sinking down onto the chair, his hands clasped tightly in his lap. I moved around the desk slowly, dragging out the tension, letting him sweat.
“When were you planning on telling me that Lucia knew the journalist?” I asked, my voice deceptively calm.
Lucas’s eyes widened, confusion flickering over his face. “I—I didn’t know she knew him, boss.”
I slammed my fist down on the desk, making him flinch. “Then why the f**k did she say she’d seen him leaving her father’s house? How long has that bastard been h
