"Nothing short of what he deserves." Luca answered, bored. He sank deeper into the chair, crossing one leg over the other, his fingers drumming idly against the armrest.
Veronica's chest rose and fell rapidly, her nails digging into her palms. "What exactly does he deserve? What has he done? He is fighting for a woman he loves. And you? What are you doing? Fucking some slut!"
"Are you jealous?"
"In your wildest dreams, Luca. Where the fuck is he?" She leaned forward, almost lunging at him, the intensity in her gaze like fire.
"Do you actually think the louder your voice is, the faster you will get an answer?"
"Have you killed him?"
"He chose death." Luca replied calmly.
Veronica gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. Her eyes glistened, the fire turned to panic. "What have you done?"
"I told you there would be consequences for your actions."
"The cops are asking me questions, Luca! They think I have something to do with his disappearance."
