Sienna didn’t flinch.
She couldn’t.
Luca stood before her, the stolen file in his grip, his knife glinting under the dim light of the interrogation room.
Matteo, still bound, still bleeding, watched in silence.
This was a test.
A carefully orchestrated game meant to break her, to force her hand.
But Sienna had played games before.
She took a slow step forward, tilting her chin up as if unimpressed.
“If you wanted to have a conversation about trust, Luca, you could have invited me to dinner instead of putting on this performance.”
Luca’s smirk was slow, dangerous. “You think this is a performance?”
“I think you enjoy watching people squirm.” Her gaze flicked deliberately to the file in his hand.
“But you already know what’s in there, don’t you?”
His fingers tightened around t
