Sometimes within the same hour.
Vanessa finally stepped forward gracefully. “Well,” she said smoothly, “this certainly explains why Luca spent six months searching half the city.”
I looked at her sharply.
Searching?
Luca ignored her comment. “Why did you run?”
The question almost made me laugh.
Run. As if leaving the Moretti empire were something simple. As if disappearing from one of the most powerful criminal organizations in New York hadn’t required terrifying precision.
I lowered my hand protectively over my stomach. “Because I didn’t want this life for my baby.”
Silence.
Heavy. Immediate.
Luca’s eyes changed instantly.
Not anger. Something worse.
Hurt.
“You think I would hurt my own child?”
“No,” I whispered. “I think your enemies would.”
That landed.
