Blood splattered on the wall behind Adams, and he fell to the ground, clutching his leg as a harsh scream escaped his throat. “Screw you!” he growled.
“This is to remind you of the line I drew for you—don’t cross it,” Luca declared, then left.
Adams’s bodyguards were just outside the main gate; one call from him and a war would begin.
But instead, he stumbled to his feet, leaning on the wall for support, and started toward the exit. Just in front of the door he looked back at me and said, “I’ll have my secretary reschedule the meeting and notify your secretary to confirm a follow-up to discuss the deal.” Then he disappeared through the mansion’s main door.
I hugged Angelo and headed upstairs as the maids began cleaning up.
The following days were kind of quiet. Luca sank back into his
