LUCA
I took the bullet from Alina's hand, turning it between my fingers. The name carved into the metal was smooth under my thumb. Hers.
The meaning was clear. Someone had marked her for death.
A bad omen.
I nodded, barely looking up as I slid the bullet into my pocket. That person had another thing coming. "Where did this come from?"
She crossed her arms, chin lifted. "It was delivered to me, wrapped in silk. With a note calling it an early wedding gift."
I should have expected that answer, but the rage still licked up my spine. Someone had the nerve to threaten my wife—my wife—and they thought I'd let it slide?
Not f*****g likely.
I was handling three things at once. A shipment had just come in, my phone was vibrating with back-to-back calls, and now this.
My
