And she had decided she would be the bigger woman.
Or at least the braver one.
She opened the door with a smile.
Luca was at his desk. He was going through the club's accounts, flipping through printed sheets. He was not technically in charge of the finances. The club was just a front. A laundering machine.
But he needed something to occupy his hands.
To distract him from the storm that was Veronica Scalese.
He glanced halfway up from the spreadsheets. His eyes barely registered the woman standing in the doorway.
"I told Dante to cancel my weeklies," he said flatly. "You can leave."
"Did someone order entertainment?" Vee drawled. She pushed the door open wider. Her eyes sparkled with amusement, the faintest smirk playing on her lips.
