“Right,” he muttered.
Despite everything happening around us, I almost smiled.
Then Luca pulled a handgun from beneath his coat with terrifying familiarity.
God. I remembered this version of him too.
Efficient. Deadly. Completely controlled.
The mafia boss.
“Stay behind me,” he ordered.
“We’re not finished talking.”
His gray eyes met mine. “Trust me enough to survive the next five minutes first.”
Then he stood and fired twice toward the entrance.
The shots were deafening. Precise.
One of the attackers collapsed outside.
Luca grabbed my hand again and pulled me toward the back hallway while his men covered us.
Vanessa followed close behind.
The boutique owner appeared near a hidden door looking horrified. “This way!”
Apparently luxury nursery stores for billionaires came equipped with emergency exits.
Of course they did.
Luca pushed me through first.
The hallway behind the boutique opened into a private underground garage.
Black SUVs waited near the elevators.
