(Luca)
I should have expected him to show up unannounced. Vincenzo has never been the type to call ahead or knock like a civilized human being. Still, irritation sliced through me when my office doors swung open and he strolled in like he owned the damn place.
I didn’t bother looking up immediately. If I give him attention too quickly, he’ll think he has leverage.
“Are you deaf,” I drawled, signing the last page of a contract, “or simply suicidal? Because barging into my office without permission sounds like a request for an early burial.”
“Spare me the theatrics, Luca,” Vincenzo snapped.
That made me look up.
His jaw was tight, his eyes burning like he’d swallowed gasoline. He wasn’t here for business. He was angry. No—offended.
Good.
I leaned back in my chair. “To what do I owe t
