Luciana’s POV
The cold tip of the gun pressed into the back of my head, and I froze like a statue. I was too scared to make even the slightest move, certain that any twitch would blow my head off. My eyes shimmered with tears, and the only sound I could hear was the thunderous beating of my own heart in my ears.
“So this is what you truly want?” My father’s voice was laced with a venom I had never heard before, a bitter scoff playing on his lips. “And you are using my daughter on me?”
“Anything to make you cooperate will do it,” Romano shot back, his voice flat and emotionless. “Just collect the damn paper and sign it. I don’t have all day. But if you plan to pull any string, trust me, she’s going first.”
My father’s shoulders sagged, his gaze fixed on Romano. “Your father… Antonio. Di
