“He’s handling something for me.”
“Interesting.”
“What?” Luca’s voice was steel. I swallowed hard—worried Marco would say the wrong thing.
“It’s interesting that I’m laid out on the floor, and he’s nowhere to be found. Who’s to say he isn’t behind Zoe and her dad? He was the one that drove her home that night while I helped you with Sasha.”
“It wasn’t him.”
Marco scoffed, and the sound of rustling made its way up the stairs. “You know what? Fuck you.”
There was a crash, and glass shattered. “One more time, and you’ll be the one with a bullet in the head. Blood or not, I’m not putting up with your disrespect.”
I wrung my hands, worried we’d be cleaning Marco off our hardwoods if Luca didn’t calm down. My heart raced, and I strained to pick up any clues about what was going on.
“Sorry.”
The house fell silent. I needed to get back to our room, but I couldn’t risk it.
“Fuck!” Luca yelled. Another loud crash accompanied the outburst. I dreaded seeing the damage in the morning. “We need to figure out if we have someone acting rogue or if this is an outside job.”
“Agreed.” There was some grunting and shuffling. “Sasha’s going to kill us.” Marco laughed, and something scraped across the floor.
“Probably.” Luca sighed. “This would all be easier if you’d just tell me where you were.”
“It’s not my secret to tell, but you have to know I’d never go behind your back like that. We’ll find whoever this is and take care of them together like we always do.”
“Head to the office. I’m going to check in on Sasha. I was supposed to be home hours ago.”
Marco chuckled. “Good luck with that.”
He said more, but I was too busy sneaking into our room, softly closing the door behind me, and diving under the covers. Nerves and the tense, quick moving I’d just done left me struggling to normalize my breathing.
The door opened slowly, and Luca went into the bathroom. I had a few minutes to collect myself before the bed dipped next to me, and Luca brushed the hair from my cheek. “Sasha? Baby?”
I made a big show of peeling my eyes open and blinking slowly. “Luca?”
“Sorry to wake you up, but I wanted to let you know I was home.” He cradled my face, his small smile just visible in the moonlight.
“Thank you.” I leaned up and pressed my lips to his. Both of us moved together, content with a sweet, brief kiss. I sighed and laid back on the pillows. “Everything okay at the club?”
“As okay as can be expected. Angelo should be released from the hospital tomorrow morning, so that’s good.”
“Do you know who did it?” I rubbed my eyes sluggishly, really hamming it up.
“Yeah.”
“That’s good. Do you know why?”
Luca tilted his head as he examined me. “Zoe’s dad, Yanni Chronis, was killed this morning walking out of a coffee shop.”
“Wha—”
“Marco’s downstairs. Why don’t you go back to sleep, and I’ll be back once we’ve wrapped up.”
“Okay. Don’t stay up too late.”
“I won’t.” He kissed my forehead and left the room, shutting the door behind him.