LUCA
"Riot? What the hell are you doing?"
The words were delivered calmly, with almost no shift in my tone. Was he expecting me to shake because he had a gun pointed to my face?
Riot's eyes roamed over my face, and he c****d the gun. "What the f**k does it look like?"
Marco stepped up beside me, his hands on his gun at his waist. "It looks to me like you're making a mistake. Put down the gun, Riot."
Tilting his head, Riot swung the gun between us, clicking his tongue when neither of us moved an inch. "I see you allow your chained dog to speak sometimes, Luca, but you better leash him up before I take a shot at him!"
My fingers flexed at my sides, the dark light in the hallway creating the perfect mood for an impasse. I wasn't going to trade words with Riot, because that
