Having witnessed the atrocity Tony and Luca had committed, Abigail was more determined than ever to make sure they paid for what they’d done.
She’d seen enough movies, knew there had to be something in this room that would prove what a monster these men were.
Local authorities would be a waste of time, since she’d witnessed half the force come in and out of her uncle’s home. Tony claimed they were here on a social visit, but she knew better.
If she did find something, she’d definitely have to take it to a higher level, like the FBI.
Abigail had just reached her uncle’s desk when a deep voice suddenly filled the quiet room.
“Well, well. Didn’t expect you to be here.”
On instinct, she grabbed a sharp, silver letter opener off the desk and spun around.
“Easy there, killer.” Luca grinned. “You’re gonna hurt somebody with that thing, if you’re not careful.”
“W-what are you doing here?”
He slowly began closing the distance between them. “I was about to ask you the same thing.”
“Stay away from me.” Abigail held the letter opener in front of her for protection.
“Or, what? I seem to recall you saying you’d never take someone’s life.” He came closer. “That no one deserved to die.”
Could she do it? Could she stab this man if he tried to hurt her?
Abigail’s hand shook as she tried to think of a definitive answer.
“You know, Abby. I believed what you said to Tony in that garage this morning.”
“W-which part?”
He was almost to her, the smell of sickly-sweet bourbon thickening the air in front of her.
“That you’re not like him or your father.”
“Don’t talk about my dad.” Her fist tightened around the makeshift weapon. “You know nothing about him.”
“You’re wrong.” Luca stood directly in front of her now. “I knew your father quite well. And your mother. You’re a lot like her you, you know? Strong willed. Beautiful.”
He reached up as if to brush some hair from her face, but Abigail flinched away.
“Don’t touch me.”
“Oh, come on.” His fingers trailed the side of her turned jaw. “You’re not that much younger than I am. I’ve seen the way you watch me when I’m around.”
“I watch you because I don’t trust you, asshole.”
His dark eyes hardened. “Don’t be a bitch, Abigail.” Luca’s fingers dropped lower, brushing across her neck and along the collar of her tank top. “It doesn’t suit you.”
Her heart felt like it would explode. She had to get out of here. She had to get away from this sick, perverted murderer.
“If you touch me again, I’ll scream.”
“Is that so?” He wrapped his fingers around her wrist, the same one attached to the hand holding the letter opener. Luca pressed his body against hers. “You think your uncle will come to your rescue? He won’t do anything to me. I’m too valuable to him and his…business.”
“I’m his niece.”
“He put a gun to your head this morning, sweetheart. You really think he gives two shits about you?” Luca lowered his free hand, his fingertips tracing the swell of her breast.
