“You sure?”
I filled the glass to the brim and took a sip. “No.” Honesty. We’d promised honesty. “Dimitri told me his warehouse got torched. All that priceless art. Gone.” I straightened my spine and looked at Luca. “Did you do it?”
His jaw ticked. “You know he’s a black-market art dealer, right?”
“Yes.” One of the many discoveries made over the last year.
“So, all that priceless art that was destroyed, he stole.”
“Are you really trying to ethics your way out of being the bad guy?”
He scratched the stubble on his jaw, a smirk creeping onto his face. “Sasha, I know I’m the bad guy, but so is he.”
“So, you did set that fire.”
“Did he admit to setting fire to Adriana’s?”
A question for a question. This was all new territory.
“No.”
“Did you ask?”
“No. I thought it was best to keep my distance.”
“Good girl.”
Anger surged through me. “Fuck you.” I stormed out of the kitchen and into the dining room. A charcuterie board sat between our two place settings, as well as a few covered dishes. It smelled delicious, but suddenly I wasn’t hungry.
“I didn’t mean—”
“I’m not some little girl that needs your protection, Luca. I’m not stupid. I know he’s a Chronis. I also know he’s my friend and would never hurt me.”
Luca’s face turned red. “Yeah? Even with a brother like Cy Chronis?”
“Just because he’s a part of a criminal family, it doesn’t mean he’s a killer. He’s a bullshit art dealer, not an assassin.”
Anger vibrated off Luca. His lips pursed as his eyes scanned me. I didn’t know what he was looking for. “He’s safe, huh?”
“As safe as anyone else in this world. In fact, he was asking me to run away from the Morettis, Chronis, and whoever else wants to see us dead. I know, for a fact, he hasn’t killed anyone, and yeah, I’d say he’s pretty fucking safe.” As the words left my mouth, I knew I’d fucked up.
The fire in his eyes was raging, but he held himself back, taking a few steps away from me. “That’s how you feel?”
“No,” I shouted, frustrated that my words weren’t coming out right. “I just mean that as far as a Chronis goes, I’m safe with Dimitri. He’d never hurt me.”
“He fucking loves you!” Luca roared.
I scoffed. “He doesn’t love—”
“He asked you to run away with him! What about his fiancée?”
That stopped me short. Did Dimitri love me? I twisted my hands together, suddenly seeing the exchange in a whole new light.
I was an idiot.
“What?” Luca propped his hands on his hips, watching me closely.
“That was the weird part.” He gestured for me to continue. “He said, ‘fuck Daphne.’ What do you think that means?”