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A pause.

“But it seems your escape made him reconsider.”

His voice dropped again, something devious lacing it.

“He promised once he’s done with you…”

A low, twisted laugh.

“I'll get a turn.”

“You think you’re so special,” he went on, voice dripping with contempt. “So perfect. Better than the rest because you resist.”

His fingers pressed harder into my back, right over the raised lines of scar tissue.

“Well, looks like once he’s had you, you won’t be so special anymore.”

A low, ugly chuckle left him.

“Probably toss you into one of the stash houses afterwards. Let the rest of our crew have their turn.”

He leaned in closer, whispering in my ear, “Just like all the others.”

I didn’t react.

Luca fed off that. He wanted a response, fear, anger, anything he could twist into more control. I gave him nothing.

He was just as cruel as Marco. Just as violent. But he was also reckless. Too stupid to understand where the line actually was.

Marco had one. Twisted and possessive, but it existed.

Luca didn’t.

He was a rabid dog.

I was sure Marco had ordered him not to hurt me, but I wasn’t about to test how much control Marcoreallyhad over Luca by baiting him.

So I turned inward, shutting his taunts out, focusing on stillness. If I didn’t react, he’d lose interest. Men like Luca always did.

And I was right...

Eventually, I heard him step away, the shift in his weight caused the floor to creak as he went to answer a call. I strained my ears, holding my breath, trying to catch any clue that might help me figure out where I was being held.

“What the fuck do you mean a raid?” he barked, his voice sharp with sudden panic. “Which house? No—no, that’s not possible! How could they know—”

A pause.

“Call Tony. Now. I don’t care, just fucking do it!”

His footsteps paced, fast and uneven now. Another call connected.

“Where’s Rico?” he snapped. “Dead?You’re kidding me. How the fuck did they find that one?”

Another pause, longer this time.

“What do you mean they’re already inside?—No, don’t run, you idiot, you’ll—”

He cut himself off, cursing under his breath before ending the call and dialing again almost immediately.