The tension between Luca and Rico was electric, the space between them humming with years of unresolved anger and betrayal. Elena could feel it in the way Luca’s shoulders tightened, in the cold fury radiating off him like a storm ready to break.
"Rico," Luca repeated, his voice low and filled with a venom that sent shivers down Elena’s spine.
"Little brother," Rico drawled, his smirk widening. "You always make it so easy to find you. Leave breadcrumbs wherever you go."
Luca stepped forward, placing himself between Rico and Elena. His gun was still in his hand, but his grip was loose, a sign of the dangerous confidence that came naturally to him. “What do you want?” he asked, though he already knew the answer.
Rico’s gaze flicked past Luca to Elena, studying her with interest that made
