Marco’s voice cut through the line, calmer now.
“Again, Luca.”
The second hit didn't hurt as much as the first, probably because my entire face was throbbing and numb.
“Tell me what you did!” Marco ordered through the phone, control slipping.
Blood filled my mouth.
And then—
I laughed.
The sound was so freeing.
Luca swore, grip tightening painfully on the hollows of my cheeks.
“Stop that,” he snapped, shaking me again. “Answer him!”
I leaned forward, moving my mouth close to the speaker and lifting my gaze to meet Luca’s eyes.
“I told themeverything,Marco," I proudly said.
Then I spat in Luca’s face.
Another hit came instantly, his palm cracking across my cheek hard enough to violently snap my head sideways.
“Luca, stop.” Marco’s voice cut through, sharp and controlled. “I’ll be there in ten minutes. Don’t put another hand on her until I arrive.”
A pause.
“Remember what I promised you. Once I’m done with her—”
A slow, wicked smile spread across Luca’s face as he stepped back.
“Yes, boss,” he said, breath uneven with anticipation. “I’ll keep her right here.”
The line went dead.
Luca wiped my bloody spit from his face, shaking his head with a crooked grin.
“Told you,” he sneered.
The way he looked at me should have terrified me.
I know what he expected. Tears. Panic. Submission now that I knew Marco was coming, and that he’d promised Luca a turn with me.
But instead—
I laughed, again.
It started low, almost soundless, then grew, breaking free from my chest until it filled the space around us.
Luca’s expression shifted, confusion giving way to irritation as the sound didn’t stop.
“What the fuck are you laughing at?” he snapped, stepping closer.
I didn’t answer.
