Dante’s POV
“Don’t make her feel uncomfortable.”
Luca paused with his hand on the doorframe, half in shadow, half in morning light. “That’s contradictory.”
“I know,” I replied calmly, fastening my cufflinks. “Figure it out.”
He turned fully toward me then and lifted his dark brows just enough to show he was paying attention. Luca never missed anything—he catches on so fast, even things left unsaid.
“She shouldn't be here, boss,” he said. “Keeping her here is more dangerous.”
“I need to keep my eyes on her,” I answered with a stern look. “That’s why she stays.”
He lowered his eyes and bowed, which showed I was being understood. I picked up my coat and threw it over my shoulder.
“Make sure she doesn't step out of the house,” I continued while walking out. “She doesn’t make calls unl
