Chapter 62

• Chapter 62: The Voice of War
• The blacked-out car rolls silently into the underground garage of the estate, the low purr of the engine echoing briefly off concrete walls before it fades into stillness. Luca sits behind the wheel, unmoving, eyes fixed ahead on nothing. The automatic garage lights cast cold beams across the sleek hood of the vehicle, illuminating the harsh lines of his expression. He doesn’t kill the engine immediately—his fingers stay clenched on the steering wheel, knuckles tight, breath shallow.
• He’s home, but every step closer to that penthouse feels like walking toward a storm he doesn’t know how to weather.