Chapter 17 Luca

• Luca
• I lean back in my chair, my eyes on Valentina through the glass walls that surround my office. Fragments of last night flash through my mind as my head throbs painfully. I can’t remember the last time I got truly wasted. I hate losing control, yet that’s exactly what I did last night.
• What the fuck did I do? What the fuck was I thinking? It’s all fucking Zane and Ares’s fault. They should’ve kept me at poker night, but instead, they filled my head with thoughts about Valentina and some other man that she’d end up marrying. The fuckers even called me a driver to take me to her place. They should’ve known better, and the same goes for me.