Luciano didn’t even look at him—as if Reid hadn’t spoken at all. He lifted his whiskey glass and drained it in one brutal swallow before refilling it again.
Reid watched him, frustration tightening his chest. He knew how stubborn Luciano Mancini was—how effortlessly he masked his emotions, how easily he let the world believe he was a heartless monster. But Reid knew better. He alone had seen Luciano at his weakest, in moments when no one else was allowed near him.
The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating. Reid couldn’t let it go—not after last night. Not after Luciano had dragged Rosa into his club, forced her to witness things she never should have seen… even pushed her to try drugs.
What the hell had possessed him?
“Luciano,” Reid said again, exhaling sharply. The drink in his ha
