EPISODE 70
Luciano didn’t return to the ballroom. The moment Lance’s words finished echoing in his skull, he turned and walked out—straight past startled guests, past Clint calling his name, past the glittering illusion of a perfect night. Cold air slapped his face as he stepped outside. “Car,” he snapped. Nick was already moving. The door slammed, the engine roared to life, and the city lights blurred as Luciano leaned forward, elbows on his knees, fingers knotted in his hair. “Jax's estate ." he said. “ Now.” Nic hesitated. “Boss—” “Now,” Luciano barked. “Drive.” Nic swallowed and obeyed. The road stretched endlessly. Luciano’s heartbeat thundered in his ears, every second heavier than the last. His mind replayed Lance’s voice again and again—You didn’t even let him speak. “Boss,” Nic tr
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