"They brought guns to a bottle fight," he said without hesitation. "That's just cheating."
She laughed. He took a shaky breath.
"God, I missed your laugh."
Vee's smile trembled. Luca set his glass on the banister and pulled her into his arms, holding her close. He lowered his head and kissed her forehead. "I'm still angry, Luca," Vee sighed. She stayed close to him, her head turned slightly toward the courtyard.
Luca's arm tightened around her waist. "Me too, love," he said quietly. "Me too."
Then he looked down at her and added, "I will do you one favour."
Vee raised a brow. "Should I be worried?"
"I'll let you shoot Renato in the head."
She laughed again. Not because it was funny in any normal sense. Nothing about their lives was normal anymore. But it was so terribly Luca—offering murder like a romantic gesture, other men brought flowers and he brought assassination rights. "You always have to be morbid," she said, shaking her head.
"It's why you find me charming."
