- LUCIANO -
Pop leads me up to his suite, shutting the door behind us with an ominous click. I expect him to unleash on me, but he fixes me with a steely glare instead.
"You can't be serious about that girl," he says, taking me entirely by surprise.
"What?" My face screws up in confusion. "What are you talking about?"
"Fuck her and get her out of your system, Luciano. Then be done with her."
He delivers the words with venom and then stalks past me to the bar. My hands curl into fists as I pivot and glare after him, trying to catch up on what I've somehow managed to miss.
I thought he might be a little irritated that Rory isn't Italian. All heirs are supposed to be Italian through and through. That's the tradition. But this degree of hostility… this doesn't make any sense.
