The drive to the meeting point was cloaked in tension.
Sienna sat beside Luca—Luciano DeLuca—in the back of the armored car, the hum of the engine barely masking the storm brewing in both of them.
Outside, the streets blurred into shadows and steel.
Inside, the silence crackled.
He hadn’t spoken since they left the estate.
Not a single word.
Just clenched jaw.
Rigid shoulders.
Eyes that gave nothing away.
But Sienna knew him better now.
She could read the rage rippling under the surface, the quiet storm threatening to break loose.
He wasn’t just walking into a negotiation.
He was walking into a war.
And taking her with him.
“You’re sure about this?” she finally asked, her voice soft but steady.
Luca didn’t look at her. “I have to be.”
She nodded once, folding her hands
