Maximilian’s brow furrowed slowly as confusion sliced through his anger like a blade. “What?” he echoed roughly, disbelief roughening his voice.
Then he lunged.
His hand fisted into Luka’s shirt, shoving him back hard enough to rattle the doorframe. “Don’t f*****g mess with me,” Maximilian growled, breath hot with threat. “You don’t know who I am.”
Luka laughed.
Not softly. Not nervously.
A sharp, mocking sound tore from his chest as he caught Maximilian’s wrist mid-motion, fingers locking around bone and tendon with practiced ease.
“Oh… haha,” Luka said, eyes lifting with something cold and cutting. “You think I don’t know you?”
His grip tightened, forcing Maximilian’s arm down between them.
“I f*****g know you,” Luka continued as each word sounded deliberate and venomous. “The gr
