be no backing out, not unless we both wanted Lorenzo’s wrath. And it wouldn’t be pretty.
Luna’s mouth popped open, her chest stilling as she held her breath. She was in shock. Good. It’d mean she wouldn’t say anything. All I needed was to get her out of this mansion and alone.
“My office.” Lorenzo flipped his knife closed. “Now.”
He turned on his heel, sauntering over to the stairs and then up them, leaving just the four of us down here. Romeo was still holding onto her arms, his knuckles white with the force. I’d been trying to figure out how the hell I was going to get her out of this situation, and now that my plan was in motion, my sense came back to me.
“If you know what’s good for you,” I growled at Romeo. “You’ll let her go.”
His nostrils flared. “She fuckin’ stole from me!”
“Romeo,” Rafael warned. He read the room; he was good at that. His older brother, not so much.
“You’ve got three seconds.” I scratched my brow, acting like I wasn’t bothered outwardly. “One.” He narrowed his eyes into thin slits. “Two.” He huffed out a breath, his anger vibrating off of him. “Thre—” He let her go with a shove and she bounced into Rafael who righted her. “Stay here,” I told her, then turned to Rafael. “Watch her.”
He nodded, giving me the signal that I could leave the basement. I pushed my hands into my pockets as I made my way up the stairs, feeling Romeo close behind me. On the outside I was calm and collected, but my brain was trying to piece together how to explain this to Lorenzo. I’d never mentioned Luna to him, but as I stepped into his office and stood on the other side of his desk, I realized Aida had met her. She’d told me she even had coffee with Luna. That could work in my favor.
Romeo clicked the secret door closed and stood a few feet away from me, facing Lorenzo who was sitting behind his desk, flipping his knife open and closed.
“You know,” he started, his voice rough. “I’ve never let a single person get away with stealing from me.” His eyes focused on the knife. “What makes you think I will this time?” He glanced up at me, his brow raised.
“I—”
“You think because she’s yours that it will make a difference?” he interrupted, dropping the knife to his desk with a clang. I winced at the impact of it, second guessing what I’d said. Maybe I’d been wrong. Maybe he’d still do what he always did.
But he’d stopped. He’d closed his knife and walked away. That had to mean something, right?
“I understand if you still have to punish her,” I told him, cracking my neck from side-to-side.
He stared at me, not looking away for even a millisecond. It was what he’d wanted to hear, and even though I didn’t want Luna to get hurt—especially when I knew she hadn’t stolen for herself—it didn’t mean I wouldn’t understand. The repercussions could be vast.
“How long?” he asked.
“A few months.” It was a lie. I hadn’t known her that long. I did the math in my head, trying to figure out how long it had been, but I knew it hadn’t been longer than two months. “Luna goes to the same college as Aida.” At the sound of his wife’s name, he sat upright. He was listening intently now. “Aida’s met her.”
“This is bullshit!” Romeo shouted. “She fuckin’ stole from me!”
“No.” Lorenzo swiped his arm through the air, standing as he did. “She stole from me.” A muscle in his jaw jumped. “You’re pushing your fuckin’ luck with me, Romeo.”
Romeo reeled back, but his anger was on full display for us all to see. “Dad would never let this fly.” He stormed back toward the secret door. “If you’re not gonna do it, then I will.”
“Take one more step,” I warned him, my voice low and deadly. “And I won’t hesitate to end you, even if it means I’ll take a bullet to the head right after.” I was revealing my hand, but I had no choice. Lorenzo had control, he knew when to stop, he knew when he was most effective. But Romeo was a wild card.
His body froze, his hand latched onto the door handle. It’d take him less than a minute to get down to the basement and shoot Luna between the eyes. I wouldn’t get there in time to save her.