Luca jumped out of the car before Edward had even brought it to a complete stop.
He didn’t wait for Edward to get out and open his door. Just moved. Fast. The doorman barely got a word out before Luca stormed past him, face tight.
“I’m fine,” he snapped, not stopping.
The elevator couldn’t come fast enough. He hit the call button four times before it lit up. Inside, he jabbed the number eight like force could make the lift rise faster. He held his breath. He knew he had a lot to make up for. Just stared at the numbers as they climbed.
The doors finally opened on her floor.
He stepped out, crossed the hall, and started pounding on the door.
“Audrey!” he called. “It’s Luca. Open the door. We need to talk.”
Nothing.
He knocked harder. “Sweetheart. Let me in. I have some news.”
He waited. Silence. His chest felt tight. She had called him yesterday. She had left voicemails. She was just angry. Just punishing him. She hadn’t really left—
“Hey!” a voice snapped behind him.
Luca turned as a s
