Chapter Six
Luca's POV
Isabella's text sat on my screen for thirty seconds before I put the phone face-down.
She wanted me rattled. She wanted me to second-guess everything, so I'd walk into that gala Saturday and slide a ring onto Giulia Moretti's finger like a good son.
I wasn't going to be a good son anymore.
Marco arrived at my office just after midnight. He closed the door and didn't sit down.
"Before we do this," he said, "you need to understand what you're asking me to give up."
"I know what I'm asking."
"I don't think you do," he set a folder on the desk. "I've worked for your father for twenty-two years. He paid for my mother's cancer treatment. He put my nephew through university." He tapped the folder. "And he's also done every single thing in here."
I opened it. The fi
