Luciana's POV

The air between us grew thick and heavy, each second stretching into a suffocating eternity. We stood frozen, our gazes locked in a silent standoff.

“So since the Don you sent to get rid of me failed,” I said, a weary chuckle escaping my lips. “Now you’ve come to finish the job yourself?”

His brows furrowed in a practiced mask of confusion. “The one I sent?”

I knew better. He was a master manipulator, a heartless demon who had lied to me before. He was trying to ...