LUCA

I regretted the fact that I was forced to kill a man I loved as a friend. Not the way I loved Enzo and Tristan, but a friend, nonetheless. Tony was the one who'd gotten me into the club the day I was shot in broad daylight, and I would always appreciate that. Yet it was quite obvious he had no respect for me. If he had, he never would've laid his hands—or his mouth—on my woman.

And he never would've taken my brother's side.

In the car, heading back home after our delivery was canceled because Rene's cousin wasn't "feeling it," I'd watched on my phone as Veda...