Luca's POV
Pure fury rushed through my veins. I know that he is not making demands of me. "Excuse me?", I growled. "You heard me, Luca. We need to talk. About you and your little wife", he said maliciously. "Then f*****g speak", I hissed. "Oh, not here. It's a business matter. We don't discuss that in front of women now, do we?", he taunted. "My wife will be present for any meeting that involves her, either directly, or indirectly", I growled lowly.
The threat that laced my voice must have been heard, because Robert's eyes grew wide, before crinkling. "Very well then", he sneered. Robert stood up and led the way out of the kitchen towards the downstairs office. I bent to pick up Marabella but she stopped me and shook her head. She doesn't want my uncle to know the extent of her injuries
