Luca's voice cut through the terminal like a blade. I turned to find him twenty feet away, gun drawn, Marco and Angelo flanking him.
Giuseppe's men materialized from the shadows—at least six, all armed. Civilian passengers scattered, screams echoing.
"Let her make her own choice," Giuseppe said calmly.
"She already did," Luca replied. "When she walked away from you."
"Tell him about the recordings, Sienna," Giuseppe pressed. "About the proof."
Luca's jaw tightened. "Whatever he told you, it's lies."
"Is it?" I asked sharply. "Because he played me recordings of you and my father discussing me like property."
Something flickered in Luca's expression. "Context. He gave you words without context."
"Then give me the context. Right here, right now."
"Not here," Luca said finally. "But I will tell you everything. On my word."
"Your word," Giuseppe scoffed.
"My word," Luca repeated, his gaze locked on mine. "As your husband. As the father of your child."
I looked between them—Giuseppe with his evidence and cold promises, Luca with his guns and complicated truths.
But only one had ever looked at me like I was more than a pawn.
"I'm going with Luca," I said.
Giuseppe's expression darkened. "You're a fool."
"Probably. But I'm tired of other people making my choices for me."
Luca moved forward until he reached me, pulling me behind him protectively.
"This isn't over," Giuseppe said. "That child changes everything."
"Watch me," Luca replied.
The drive back was silent, tension suffocating. When we reached the club, Luca practically dragged me to his office, slamming the door.
"You lied to me!" I hurled the words at him, hands shaking. "Everything has been carefully measured half-truths!"
Luca stood rigidly by the desk, jaw clenched so tightly I could see the muscle jumping. His hands were fisted at his sides, knuckles white with restraint. "You deliberately disobeyed me, stole security credentials, and walked into a trap. And you're angry with me?"
"Yes! Because I wouldn't have needed answers if you'd been honest!"
"What could Giuseppe possibly have told you that was worth risking our child's life?"
"He told me about your arrangement with my father. How you engineered my escape, knew which exit I'd choose. The recordings of you discussing keeping me under control."
"Taken out of context. Edited to turn you against me."
"Why should I believe you? You've kept me in the dark from the beginning!"
A wave of dizziness washed over me. Nine weeks pregnant, these moments came more frequently. I pressed a hand to my stomach.
Luca noticed immediately, concern flashing across his face before anger returned. "You think I see you as fragile? As stupid?" He advanced, backing me against the wall. "I see you as fierce. Stubborn. Brilliant. And carrying my child—the heir to two empires. Do you have any idea what kind of target that makes you?"
