Valentina's mouth tightened. Her sister was married to a man who brought danger home. Best life my ass. "I'm not worried." Val watched him for a moment, then asked, "We have all our enemies behind us, right?"
"Yes, we do. Should teach anyone else who wants to mess with Luca and his wife," he added.
Val gave a nervous laugh. It sounded thin even to her own ears. Marco did not seem to notice. When would he understand?
Luca himself was the problem. Luca was the centre of the storm. The more people he angered, the more enemies he would make, and those enemies would not come for him first.
They would come for Vee, the baby, Matteo, Marco. They would come for everyone standing close enough to be loved by him.
But everyone had rose-coloured glasses on. Everyone except her.
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