LUCA’S POV
I turned to go after her, and Logan stepped right in front of me.
He'd seen the whole thing — the confrontation, Mateo, Ralph, Anna walking out and not once looking back. Behind him the summit was already coming apart. Chairs scraping back, conversations breaking up, staff working down the rows, scooping up the programs nobody had bothered to take home.
I tried to step around him. He moved with me, blocked me again.
"Luca."
"Move."
"No."
He hardly ever pulled rank with me. When he did, it meant something.
"What."
His eyes went across the room. Not to Anna. To Ralph.
"Forget the brothers." He kept his voice low. "The Blackwood Alpha."
I looked.
Ralph was right beside Anna near a knot of investors, holding out a water bottle. She took it without looking at him — didn't
