Luca's pov
I did not like waiting.
Waiting made me feel like I was not in control, and I had built my entire life around never feeling that way again.
The smaller vessel rocked gently against the water as I stood near the railing with one hand resting casually on the polished wood, dark glasses shielding my eyes even though the sun was beginning to lower.
The villa stood above the cliff, bright and still.
Too still.
“They have not moved,” one of my men said quietly from behind me while lowering a pair of binoculars. I hated stillness.
The villa above the cliff stood in full view of me, white walls glowing under the fading sun, windows reflecting light like nothing inside could possibly be hiding, and yet something about the way the curtains barely moved made me restless in a way I
