The weight he had placed on me earlier had aggravated my already fractured shoulder. The pain pulsed steadily now, spreading down my arm. I lifted my hand and pressed gently against it, trying to steady myself as I prepared to leave.
Then I heard a voice behind me.
"Adriana."
I turned to see Luca standing there.
His expression was tight, his jaw set as if he were holding something back, something he didn't want to say out loud. "Let me drive you home."
He must have been there the entire time. He had seen everything, heard everything, from beginning to end.
I didn't know what he thought about any of it. I wasn't sure I cared anymore.
Luca had always been there, Dante's closest friend, the consigliere-bred ally who moved between the Valente outfit and the Falcone inner circle like a man who belonged in both rooms. From the moment I fell for Dante, Luca had been at his side, witnessing every step of it, every humiliating moment I had tried and failed to hide. There was no point pretending now.
I said nothing, just followed him out.