Enzo

“I have to tell my father she’s here, Enzo. I’m sorry.”

I shook my head. “You can’t do that.”

“I have to.”

“Why?” I shouted before I could stop myself.

Luca sat calmly behind his desk, non-reactive to my outburst. Only his eyes followed me as I paced back and forth like a caged animal. “You knew the deal when you went to go get her. And I’m sorry. If you would’ve told me about her before Tristan found her, I could’ve—”

“What?” I broke in rudely. “Could’ve what, Luca?”

“I could’ve given you more time.”

“So, this is my fault.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Then what the hell...