Luca was frozen. He stood on the other side of the desk, staring at me. His expression was unreadable. It wasn't angry, and it wasn't happy. It was just... blank. Like he was trying to process what l said.
He was waiting for the catch.
"If it is about Leon," he said slowly, his voice deep and rough, "then you know I can do anything for my son. Name it."
I didn't doubt that for a second. Luca was a complicated man. He was arrogant, angry, and sometimes cruel to me. But he was a father first. He would jump in front of a bus for Leon.
But the problem wasn't him. The problem was me. I was the one asking. And Luca wanted absolutely nothing to do with me.
Or maybe... maybe he wanted everything to do with me? It was a confusing concept. The way he looked at me sometimes, with that hungry fi
