LUCA

"Maybe there's another way, Luca.”

I glanced up from my phone to see Enzo watching me in the rearview mirror, his sunglasses on the dash. We were on our way to see my father. I'd left Tristan at the house to keep an eye on Veda. "Another way for what?"

"Another way to get revenge on Mario that doesn’t involve an innocent woman.”

"You should be watching the road," I told him, dismissing his concerns. I was growing tired of this conversation.

“Luca."

With a heavy sigh, I set aside my phone and the article I'd been reading. "There are many other ways I could be dealing with Mario....