New home. Like I was just a package being sent somewhere.
Luca’s gaze darkened. "I don’t want to hurt you or that little boy. But I was given the go-ahead if you force my hand."
Then he smiled. But this time, it wasn’t the easy charm, the playful smirk I remembered from years ago.
This smile was cold. Calculated.
"Do not force my hand, Ariella." His voice dropped, turning into something sharper, deadlier. "You don’t want to see the other side of me."
There was the way he said it, and there was the crazed look in his eyes that told me he meant every word. And I realized, right then and there, that I was not just fighting for myself—I was fighting for Leon.
What was I even thinking? That I could just drive away and he wouldn’t chase me down? That I’d somehow outrun him?
I sighed, acce
