Luca's pov
“I never thought a day like this would come,” the young boss said, smiling into his glass of scotch.
My expression was blank and unresponsive but he pretended not to have noticed it.
I never thought I'd be sitting in the Irish boss’ terrace, sipping scotch and discussing plans like extended family members either. I hated every second I was spending in his presence. In his bastard of his brother's presence too.
My custom made suit felt too tight on my body, the material of my shirt itchy on my skin. And that was maybe because I itched to reach across to punch Cadain in his very punchable face every time he mentioned Cara in that dreamy way of his.
My eyes coasted to my father and they met the warning frown he was giving me. He was still yet to discover why I was so agains
