LORENZO VINCENT
The wine glass flew from my hand to the air, shattering against the wall. But I didn’t move. I remained planted in the chair, my eyes fixed on Luca like a loaded gun.
“I told you, no more excuses.” My voice was ice, low but cutting. “What is she, a pin? You can’t still find her?”
I leaned forward, my pitch rising. “You have until today to bring Giulia back home. You hear me?”
Luca stood still, his eyes stern and his hands behind his back, not flinching.
I raised a brow, expecting him to turn and walk out. But he didn’t.
“There's something else?” I glared at him.
He cleared his throat. “The boys are doing everything they can. Her phone that we retrieved from her car's untraceable. And her last location... led nowhere. Unless we—”
He stopped himself.
I looked at him
