MICHAEL

I don’t speak, I don’t need to, I'm too pissed at the moment for pleasant words.

Luca’s eyes flick over the screens once—maps, timestamps, camera feeds, Collins, Ron and Levi—then back to me.

His jaw tightens. His breathing changes. His hands curl slowly like he’s afraid of what they’ll do if he lets them move too fast.

“You had her,” he says quietly. “In your house. In your circle and now she's just gone?".

Ron steps in. “Luca—”

Luca turns on him like a predator.

“Do not get involved in this,” he snaps “The only reason you are all even still standing is because you are affiliated to her.”...