I watched every wall inside him collapse at once.
A soft disbelieving sound escaped him.
Again the baby moved.
And Luca stared at me like the world had fundamentally changed.
“That’s my child,” he whispered.
Emotion tightened painfully inside my chest.
“Yes.”
His eyes lifted to mine.
I expected anger. Accusation. Control.
Instead I saw awe.
Pure overwhelming awe.
Then suddenly alarms exploded through the penthouse.
Red security lights flashed.
Luca’s head snapped toward the hallway instantly.
One of his guards burst through the doors.
“Boss!”
Luca moved in front of me automatically.
“What happened?”
The guard looked pale.
“There’s been a breach downstairs.”
Gunfire echoed faintly through the building.
My heart stopped.
Luca reached beneath his jacket immediately.
Another weapon. Always another weapon.
“How many?”
“We don’t know yet.”
Then the guard hesitated.
Fear crossed his face.
“They’re not asking for territory.”
Luca’s expression hardened.
