TWENTY ONE

SIN'S POV

I leaned back on my sofa chair, my head tilted toward the ceiling, and my eyes were closed when the door opened. I knew who it was without opening my eyes. Only one person would dare come into my room without permission.

I opened my eyes and caught sight of Luca strolling in. He closed the door behind him, leaned against it, and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"Seriously?" he asked as he stared at me, his face expressionless.

"Am I supposed to know what that means?" I fired back without answering his question. I knew what he was talking about, but I had no desire to discuss that matter. It was none of his business who I decided to keep or not.

I stood up and walked over to the small bar. "You know, there were better ways of taking out Fabian. Not in front of Mani and Zoey."

After I poured some whiskey into two glasses, Luca took one from my hand and sipped slowly.

We both stared at each other; the air was tense around us. When his glass was empty, he placed it on the