Luca's POV
The soft hum of the evening filtered through the open window, mingling with the distant sounds of the city that never truly slept. My office was quieter than usual, except for the scratch of my pen on paper. I dropped what I was writing onto the table and picked my phone, deals needed finalizing—business as usual, I made sure that I had gone through all the information that had been provided for me before I reached for the glass of espresso. That was when I heard her voice.
"Teach me how to use a gun."
I looked up, my hand freezing, I took a sip before I put down the glass and turned to look at her. Astrid stood at the doorway, leaning heavily against the frame, her face was pale but determined. The faint lines of strain were etched into her sharp features, and it was a res
