**Luca’s POV**
The cool air of the hotel’s underground parking garage was a stark contrast to the heated tension I’d left behind in the room. As I walked towards the waiting black SUV, flanked by three of my bodyguards, one of them handed me a new phone.
“Your new device, Boss. The other one was… lost during last night’s chaos.”
I nodded, taking the phone without a word. The scars of last night were still fresh—on me, on Christine, and on the men who had failed to protect my property. My grip on the device tightened momentarily before I exhaled and unlocked it. The first call came in almost immediately.
Giovanni.
I answered with a curt, “Talk.”
“Luca, mio amico,” Gio’s voice oozed charm and irritation in equal measure. “You’re really making headlines, eh? I just got back to Italy,
