Dante’s POV

Lucas was tense. His fingers curled into fists on his lap, his gaze shifting between me and the gun on the table. I leaned back in my chair, exuding the kind of calm that should terrify a man in his position.

“We can do this the easy way or the hard way,” I said smoothly, my fingers tapping against the wooden surface. “Your choice.”

He swallowed hard. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I smiled. “Wrong answer.”

Reaching for the gun, I let my fingers ...