His shoulders were already defensive, his face cold. He looked like a man prepared to reject a plea before it was made.
In Luca's mind, the matter was simple. If Enzo had come to beg mercy for David, he had wasted a journey.
"Luca…" Enzo said quietly. "How is your wife?"
Luca's jaw tightened. Even the question touched a bruise. "She is doing well, thank you."
"I am glad." Enzo looked down at the glass in his hand, then back up at him. "I truly do want to apologise for everything. I had a part to play in what happened, even if I did not know the full extent of it. My ignorance cost people pain. Your wife. Your family. Mine too."
Forgiveness was not Luca's strongest talent. He did not forgive easily, and he certainly did not forgive when Veronica's blood was involved.
Enzo continued, "I hope, one day, you forgive my ignorance."
Luca held his gaze. "I am not giving you your son...I will kill him."
