LUCA
Alina hadn't said a word.
She sat rigid in the passenger seat, her arms crossed tight, looking out at the road. She did that a lot when they were in the car he realized.
I watched her from the corner of my eye.
"I think he wanted me to suspect you of stealing the guns." I finally said.
She turned her head sharply, her brows furrowed. "That's a long stretch, Luca. Why would my uncle think we're that stupid?"
I laughed. Her uncle was stupid. And reckless. "It's not that much of a stretch. Even my men considered it, and they know you."
She exhaled and leaned back against the seat, pressing a hand to her forehead.
I pulled into the warehouse lot. The place was already busy. My men were moving crates, shouting commands. They worked like a well-oiled machine, every
