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I brought the glass to my lips, but even downing the whiskey didn’t help me feel any better. “He’s making fun of me because he knows I can’t do anything just yet to answer him unless I’m ready to go to war with him. And if I don’t respond, my other enemies might see it as a weakness.”

“We can pretend we never even saw the video,” Rafael said, taking his phone and the empty glass from my hands.

“Yeah, which makes it even worse. It makes us look incompetent. Like we can’t even find out what’s being said about us out there, or that we don’t keep a close eye on our enemies.”

“Or we just might be pretending to make everyone believe we are, and when they try something, we’ll get them.”

“We need to do something about Santino. This can’t go unpunished. If he thinks he can humiliate me because I’m a woman, he’s wrong. We need to hit him hard. Do something he won’t see coming, and we can’t be nice about it either.” I ground my teeth together.

If Santino were standing right in front of me, I would’ve choked him with my own bare hands. I was just so damn mad, and I needed a distraction to calm down.

“I’ll come up with something,” Rafael said.

“Let me know when you have a plan, or maybe I’ll come up with one.” I strode out of the room and headed straight to Luca’s.

When I opened the door and entered, a plastic bottle of water flew through the air, narrowly missing me.

Luca flashed me a smile.

He’d thrown a bottle at me.

He’d thrown a fucking bottle at me.

Without thinking, I reached for my gun that was in my holster.

Luca’s eyes widened slightly, but he didn’t get a chance to react as I fired five times in his direction.

The bullets left holes in the wall right above his head. His chest heaved as he lay there on the bed, frozen, his eyes still wide.

“Actually, I think I can kill you, after all,” I said. “Accidents happen, and I think your father would totally believe me if I told him that you accidentally shot yourself. So don’t test me, do you understand?”

Rafael burst through the door at that moment, his wild eyes looking around, his gun in his hand. “What happened?”

“Nothing.” I holstered my gun. “Bring some restraints. It looks like someone doesn’t know what to do with his hands, so we’ll fix that.”

“Yes, Boss.”

Luca didn’t say a thing as we waited for Rafael to return. The guards were watching us carefully, their hands hovering near their guns.

When Rafael returned, I extended my hand. He gave me sturdy padded cuffs, and I started toward Luca.

“If he even twitches, shoot him,” I said to the guards and Rafael.

Luca was barely breathing when I climbed on the bed and caught his wrists. I snapped the cuffs closed and then attached them to the headboard.

He watched me the whole time, his lips slightly parted.

I caught his chin into a tight grasp. “Stop acting like a brat. It’s not endearing, and it’s not cute. You don’t want to piss me off even more when I’m already angry.”

He shifted a little, and my gaze lowered down his body and landed on the bulge in his pants.

Interesting.

Why was he turned on right now?

I had a feeling he was wondering the same thing.

Seeing him all tied up like this with confusion in his eyes sent a wave of heat through me.