ALINA
Luca was angry.
Not the kind of controlled, quiet frustration he usually carried.
This was different. It was deadly, barely contained. A coil wound too tight, waiting to snap.
He turned to me, jaw locked. "Is it the guns?"
I didn't answer right away because, truthfully, I didn't know.
Mikhail hadn't opened the shipment yet. I'd told him to wait until I got there. But if it was the guns, then what the hell were they doing in my warehouse?
I met Luca's eyes. "I don't know."
He didn't like that answer.
I forced myself to stay calm. "The warehouse Mikhail called about, it was recently added to the Costa lease."
Luca's head snapped toward me. He was looking at me like I was suddenly the enemy. "And you're just telling me this now?"
I was tense. "It's my
