LUCA
Luca entered the suite he was sharing with Tammy. His intention was to pack and move to the suite that Victoria had set aside for him. She’d insisted that he and Tammy didn't stay in the same room the night before their wedding. Although he didn't understand the tradition, he agreed. So Luca, not ready to face Tammy’s wrath, packed quickly. He grabbed the handle of his suitcase and the garment bag that housed his tuxedo. Just as he was exiting the suite, his phone rang. Luca pulled his cellular out of his pocket, but he didn't recognize the number. After a brief debate in his mind, he pushed to answer.
“Yes?”
“Don Savelli, it’s Angel Medina.”
“What is it?” Luca grunted.
“Well, hello to you too.”
“It’s not a good time, Medina. What do you want?”
Angel blew out a harsh breath on the other end. Luca knew that he was being a bit rude, but he didn't have time to coddle the Bolivian. He needed to make his escape before he ran into his angry woman. He probably should have felt guilty for pushing Tammy in the pool, but he didn't. She was lucky that he didn't bend her over his knee and spank her perfect ass until it was black and blue.
“There was a mechanical issue on The Flora after we delivered the shipment. It’s been handled, but it set us back a couple of hours.”
“And?”
“I’ll be a little late tomorrow,” Angel said in a tone that suggested that he was losing patience with Luca’s gruffness.
“Fine. Is there anything else?”
“Yes. Go fuck yourself,” Angel blurted before disconnecting the call.
Luca glared at the phone as if the phone itself had insulted him, but the sound of the elevator pushed him to move. He slipped the phone back into his pocket and took off in the other direction. Luca feared no man, but his fiery woman was a whole other story. When angry, Tammy could be ferocious. Luca laughed at himself as he cowardly tipped toward the stairwell.
