When Luca’s eyes locked with mine, I couldn’t even swallow my saliva. His gaze burned with something I couldn’t understand, but I knew it wasn’t good.
I rolled my eyes as if to say: who cares.
“Why are you here, Adams?” Luca asked.
“And why wouldn’t I be?” Adams smirked. To my surprise, he showed no sign of fear toward Luca—unlike everyone else around me.
He even answered Luca’s question with a question, something Luca despised.
“How could I miss an invitation from the most beautiful lady my eyes have ever seen?” Adams said. The moment those words left his lips, I swallowed hard, bracing myself for a fight.
I glanced between the two men, but all I found was cold silence.
Leaning against the wall, Luca crossed one leg over the other and smirked. “You think you’re so smart, don’t you?
