His eyes narrowed. “Don’t talk about my son.”
“Who put the light in your eyes?” I tilted my head.
His tight jaw twitched with surprise.
“Who made you feel? Made you smile? Made your cheeks flush?” I interrogated him. “I’ve never seen you this alive. Is she here?” I elevated an eyebrow. “Does Sofia know about her?”
Luca’s nostrils flared at the sound of his wife’s name.
“You have no idea what you’re talking about.” His jaw locked again. “There’s no one, and if you?—”
“I’m a socialite, Luca.” I drummed my manicured fingers over his collar. He had good form. Very lean, very muscular. Shame about the shitty personality. “I have my ways to extract information from anyone. I will find out your secret and use it against you. It is the least I could do after what you’ve done to Achilles and me,” I promised with a sweet smile on my face.
Luca grabbed my throat and pinned me against the wall, snarling in my face. “I have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about, but I’m only going to say this once—snoop around me, and you’ll regret the miserable day you were born. I’m not Tiernan or Achilles, sweetheart. I do not have a heart with strings you can tug on or compassion to spare. Iwillruin you. And if any of the assholes protecting you stand in my way… Guess what. I’ll ruin them, too. This is the last time you bother yourself with my personal life,capito?”
His grip on my throat tightened to the point that he cut my air supply. I knew he wouldn’t kill me. Not here. Not now. But I knew that he could. And that was enough to confirm he had someone in his life I wasn’t supposed to find out about.
Challenge accepted, fucker.
“Let me go,” I hissed through pursed lips. “Before I make sure you’ll never be able to have children again.”
He let go of my neck and I dropped to the floor. I gasped, massaging the sensitive flesh over my throat.
Slowly, I stood, smoothed my dress, and wiped the moist residue from under my eyes.
Then I straightened my back, put a smile on my face, and marched into the dining room to have dinner with the man who was contracted to kill me.
Chapter Sixty-Two
Tierney
I wasthe last to enter the dining hall, which meant everyone had the opportunity to have their fill of me as I entered.
Smiling broadly, I swaggered to my seat next to Achilles and plopped down on it. He kissed my cheek softly. “Everything okay?”
“Perfect.” I snapped my napkin open in my lap. “What’s for dinner?”
His gaze halted on my neck. Luca probably left red marks. Since things were already strained, I wasn’t in the mood to share my little talk with his older brother.
“What’s this?” Achilles brushed his thumb along my neck.
I shrugged. “Allergic reaction.”
“To what?”
“Assholes.”
“Did someone?—”
“Yes, and I handled it. Don’t worry.”
The menus were brought to the table, and it gave me a second to catch my breath and study the room. I took in Tiernan and Lila, Sofia and Luca, Katya and Enzo, Jeremie…and Alex.
The minute my sight landed on him, his pale blues caught mine in a vise. A ragged breath rattled in the back of my throat.
Lyosha.
Aristocratic and princely, with his blond curls and frighteningly chiseled face. He still looked younger than his years. Like our lifestyle, and all the death in it, couldn’t touch him. Not really.
