First message
Luca was stepping out of his car when you suddenly ran past him.
Your face was streaked with tears, your breathing uneven.
“Wait.”
You kept running.
Luca’s expression darkened.
“Bring her back. Now.”
His men moved, but Luca raised a hand.
“No. I’ll do it.”
He caught up with you a few seconds later, gently grabbing your wrist.
“Look at me.”
His voice softened when he saw your tear-filled eyes.
“Who made you cry?”