Christian POV
The door to my office swung open without a knock.
I didn’t bother looking up.
Only one person would dare barge in here without a keycard or permission. The building, like every other company I own, is DNA-locked. No one without my DNA can access any floor—not unless they’ve been given a card.
Unfortunately, my father has my DNA.
And so does the man standing in front of me.
“Luca,” I said, calling out the name of the brother I hadn’t seen in years.
I leaned back in my chair, watching as my little brother—taller now, broader, but still carrying that same soft defiance in his eyes—stood like he owned the place.
He didn’t say anything at first. Just looked around, maybe trying to see how much I’d changed.
Or how much I hadn’t.
“You’re back,” I said coolly, closing the f
