Luca was sitting on the sofa in the hospital room, watching every slight movement of Veronica as she slept. He had asked Valentina to go home and take a break. The girl had looked at him like she wanted to argue, her eyes full of questions. Even Marco had looked like he was about to explode from the flurry of questions coming from her, but Luca had been in no mood to talk. Not to them. Not to anyone. His gaze fixed on Veronica's face. He was still angry that he hadn't killed someone that day.
The anger sat in him like poison. He had been so close. So fucking close.
He had promised Vee she would be safe. Promised her that anyone who harmed her would die. It had been a simple promise when he said it.
But he had never thought that promise would have him face off against his own family.
His gaze flickered to her hand resting on the blanket.
