Luca had to admit she had underestimated what her husband could do. His words, "that's so sweet, babe, but why would I?" — hovered over her head again.
This was exactly the reason.
Luca gazed down at the person some men in formal suits dragged into the penthouse an hour later. His hands were tied on his back, his eyes were blindfolded, and some blood was on his plain worn-out shirt that seemed he had been wearing for ages. The man was now kneeling in the generous space in the middle of the lobby, several steps from the set of couches Luca and Adam were sitting on.
She turned to the man sitting leisurely beside her, and Adam looked back at her with a slight smile. There was no fear or anything of the sort on his countenance, revealing he was already used to such events.