Luca’s POV
I leave the Wharf building, the image of Alexandra rushing Emilia to the hospital still burning in my mind. The location I gave the man responsible for hurting Lia isn't what he expects. It's not an armory, not a safe haven—it's a place designed for one purpose only: extracting information.
The interrogation room is a testament to my methodical nature. Concrete walls, soundproofed, with a single hanging light casting long, menacing shadows. Heavy-duty restraints to hold the man securely to a reinforced metal chair, each strap ensuring he can't move more than a few inches. My literal meaning of hell on earth for my enemies.
By the time I arrive, I swerve my car onto the parking lot and run into the building, sure that by now the bastard would be already restrained. As sure as
