SOFIA'S POV

“You’re not a guest, Sofia. You’re mine until the debt is cleared. No locked doors. No leaving without my word. And you will look at me when I speak to you.”

Luca Moretti’s voice was low, rough silk over steel. He stood between me and the only exit of the penthouse, sleeves rolled to his forearms, dark eyes pinning me in place like he’d already decided exactly how I would break.

I swallowed. Hard. “My brother—”

“Is alive because I said so.” He stepped closer. Not touching. Just close enough that the heat of him reached me through the thin fabric of my sweater. “You will stay. You...