The villa is chaotic when we arrive.
Guards everywhere, shouting into radios. Cars blocking the driveway. Men with guns drawn, checking shadows like threats might materialize from the darkness itself.
Luca’s hand is iron around my wrist as he pulls me through the front door. Dominic flanks us, weapon visible now, eyes scanning constantly.
“Get her upstairs,” Luca orders. “No one goes near her without my authorization.”
“Wait.” I dig in my heels, force him to stop. “Tell me what happened. I have a right to know.”
“You have no rights.” His eyes are cold, distant. Back to the man who married me for revenge. “You do what I say, when I say it. That’s your only right.”
“Someone tried to kill us. Both of us. That makes it my business.”
“Your business is staying alive.” He releases my wrist
