|| KIERA STEVENS'S POV ||

I jumped into the backseat, feeling a bit uncomfortable as the atmosphere seemed too quiet for God's sake. Luca was there, smoking. When I slipped behind his side, he didn't even look at me. He looked lost in thoughts. Last time, it didn't sound well when we broke apart. I even cursed him for the whole night.

Gathering up my courage, I parted my lips to ask him in a professional tone like he called me 'his mistress',

" Where are we going, Luca? This..this seems early.."

Finally, he stopped smoking. When his cold, bloodless eyes fell on me, he just kept staring. Without any...