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Just because we weren’t enemies anymore didn’t mean that we’d suddenly become true friends. Not attacking each other and defending our common interests was completely different from drinking together and partying.

“Of course.” Giovanni inclined his head.

I waited for him to ask to say goodbye to his son or something, but he didn’t even spare Luca a second glance.

He didn’t give a damn about his son. I didn’t have to be a mind reader to be able to see that. It was why he’d married him off so easily.

I headed back to my car.

One of my men opened the car door for me, and before I got in, I met Rafael’s gaze. He’d managed to get Luca in the back seat of another car.

“What do you want me to do with him?” Rafael asked when he approached, lowering his voice.

“Bring him with us. Put him in my war room. Have everything cleared out except for the bed. Cuff him for precaution. He might try to stir up trouble when he’s himself again.”

“I’ll do that,” Rafael said.

My war room was actually just a room that I used as a place where I could think about what to do next, and it had a private bathroom.

My business plans and moves had all been plotted there. But it was also the only room that wasn’t full of all kinds of things or occupied by someone else.

I could find another place to think. And we had to keep Luca somewhere. Maybe I should send him to one of my safe houses and forget about him, but I didn’t want to do it immediately.

First, I wanted to talk to him.

It would be easier if it turned out he was on board with the whole thing or if we could reach an agreement, but somehow I doubted that was the case.

***

WE THREW OUR OWN PARTY.

One of the largest rooms had been cleared out so we had enough space for a dance floor. All those who weren’t on duty were partying with me as the music blasted through the whole room. There’d be another party tomorrow for those who were missing this one.

The deal was a huge thing for all of us, and we had to celebrate.

I downed another drink and threw my arms up in the air, moving in rhythm with the music. We deserved to have some fun time and just relax.

Someone put a hand on my shoulder and I spun around.

Rafael’s serious face greeted me.

“What’s wrong?” I shouted.

Could we not have a moment of peace?

What had happened now?

I’d only gotten a few hours of dancing, and I could probably do a few more, even if my legs would hurt tomorrow.

“Your husband,” Rafael said into my ear.

Shit.

I motioned with my hand so that Rafael would follow me outside.

Once we were in the hallway, I groaned.

“What about Luca?” I asked.