The drive back to the penthouse was the loudest silence I had ever experienced in my entire life. Luciano’s hands were white-knuckled on the steering wheel, the leather of the SUV's interior creaking under the sheer force of his grip. He didn't look at me once. He didn't touch me. He didn't even breathe in my direction. The air in the car was thick, heavy, and suffocating with his cold, calculating fury. It felt like being trapped in a cage with a tiger that was deciding whether to eat me or just let me starve.
When the elevator doors finally slid open to the penthouse, he didn't wait for me. He strode out with a lethal purpose, his heavy boots thudding against the marble floors like a countdown. He went straight to the bar, the black leather of his jacket creaking as he reached for a bot
