"Marco?" Vee called again.
Luca's eyes snapped to hers. "I heard what happened. Told you not to get caught," he said.
"Well, luck wasn't on our side," Vee admitted, her hands twisting slightly in front of her. "I was going to come see you…well, with another box of pizza."
"Need another favor?" Luca raised a brow, stepping closer.
Vee hesitated, then plunged forward. "I want to see my sister. I would like to speak with Luca again," she said, the desperation bleeding into her words.
"You know that's not going to happen," Luca said.
"Please," She stepped closer. "I just want to ask him to let her come home. We never got to say our goodbyes properly. I promise I won't do anything anymore."
Luca was quiet. He simply watched her, the rise and fall of her chest, the slight tremor in her fingers, the way her lips parted as she held back a sob.
Vee held his gaze, determined, vulnerable, pleading.
"The auction is happening tomorrow night. There is nothing to be done."
