Entangled With The Merciless Mafia Don
Luca glared at the screen, his face unreadable.
"I'm not faking it," I panted. "I'm telling the truth this time. Oh, Luca, believe me."
He stood up from the chair, walking back and forth in the small room. His fists were in his hair, tugging, releasing. He turned to face me again, his eyes wild.
"You expect me to just believe in this?" he burst out. "After all this you've just told me? After the deception, the computer-hacking, using me—"