CHAPTER NINE
Juliette’s POV
Luca’s grip on my waist was firm, possessive, and just shy of painful. His fingers pressed into my skin as if to remind me exactly who I belonged to.
I swallowed hard, forcing a smirk onto my lips. “Took you long enough.”
His jaw clenched. His eyes, sharp as a blade, flicked to Gio. “Walk away.”
Gio raised his hands in surrender. “Don’t shoot me like you shot Sergio, man. I’m just the messenger.” He tossed back the rest of his bourbon and stood. “But you should listen to what I told her.”
Luca didn’t move, didn’t even acknowledge Gio as he disappeared into the crowd.
His focus was entirely on me.
And it was lethal.
The music pulsed around us, but the only thing I could hear was the quiet storm in his breathing.
“I told you not to leave the apartment.”
