I saw it in the slight tension beneath his expression. Because he knew I was right.
Being a Moretti meant inheriting danger before birth.
And this child—if Luca acknowledged the baby publicly—would immediately become leverage. A target. A weakness.
Vanessa folded her arms slowly. “This conversation should probably happen somewhere private.”
“No,” I said instantly.
Both of them looked at me.
“I’m not going anywhere with him.”
Luca’s eyes darkened. “You think you still have that choice?”
Fear flickered through me. Not because he raised his voice. Luca never needed to.
Dangerous men rarely did.
I took one careful step backward. “And there it is.”
Something flashed across his face. Regret.
