Dominic's POV
I walked, carrying the bags of food into Luca's mansion "Here I brought you your favorite."
He hardly even looked at them, his face suddenly devoid of warmth. Do you think bringing me food is going to fix this?
It was a gut punch but I did my best to laugh it off. "It's a start, isn't it? Come on, let's eat and talk."
He remained rooted to the spot, those hard eyes on me. I saw the walls he had built up around himself; ones I was trying to tear down. What is there to talk about, Dom? Haven't you already said all of that?
"I've said some things," I admitted, as we dragged our bags to the table. "But I don't think we've talked. Not like we should."
Luca laughed with no humor. And what do you think this conversation is going to achieve? Make me forget how you
