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Fuck.
So it’s worse than I thought.
“What does he plan on doing with her?” I snarl.
“I don’t fucking know,” Luca replies. “But if you let me go, we can talk.”
I let it sink in for a few seconds before I loosen my grip a bit. Not enough for him to escape, but enough for him to breathe.
He’s Lex’s son, and I would much rather use him as a bargaining chip, but he has far more inside intel than I’ll ever attain on my own. He could be useful.
“What can you offer me that I don’t have myself?” I ask.
“You have a plan?” he answers.
No, but I’ve never needed one.
“What do you think is gonna happen when you storm in there?” he adds. “They’ll gun you down in a second.”
“What do you suggest I do?” I retort.
“Come back to my place, and I’ll help you figure it out.”
I snort, but the guy looks dead serious. “That takes balls.”
“Can show them if you want,” he says, winking.
I wince in disgust and pull back.
Luca laughs. “Your loss.”
He wrings free from my grip and pats down his shirt. “You almost damaged my best shirt.”
“I’ll damage your entire fucking face if you don’t spill the details.”
He holds up his hands. “Fine, fine. You don’t have to get violent on me.” He reaches for his pocket and fishes out a knife. “I can do that just fine myself.”
I make a fist.
“Whoa, calm down, doggy boy. I don’t want to use it against you,” he says.
“Then why’d you pull it?”
“Self-protection.” He frowns. “Do you think I like getting manhandled?”
My nostrils flare. I still don’t trust this fucker one bit, but I don’t have many options right now, and he’s the best one.
He toys with the knife like it’s a game. “Look, I don’t wanna fight you. I just want my father out of the way.”
Okay. A son wanting to kill his own father? Interesting, though not surprising.
“Why?”
He shrugs. “Let’s just say he’s gone past his expiry date.” He flicks the knife up and down as a smug grin forms on his face. “So what do you say? Are you up for it?”
I grimace. “Teaming up with you? No thanks.”
“Oh, c’mon,” he says as I sit back inside the car again. “I know a way inside.”
