Page 103 of Pucking Tangled
Luca: Mia, I tried calling you again, but the call won’t go through. We’re on our way to get you. Stay put.
She pressed the heel of her hands against her eyes.
She didn’t care that people knew she was in love. She didn’t even care that they were four different men.
But these stories?
They made it sound dirty.
This made her feel ashamed.
Like something precious and messy andrealhad been ripped out of their hands and put on display for strangers to tear apart.
She closed her eyes and leaned against the brick stairwell, her jaw clenched, and her body buzzing with adrenaline and embarrassment and grief.
This wasn’t a rumor anymore.
This wasreal.
And the whole world had just been invited in.
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Luca
Luca didn’t speak.
He couldn’t.
He didn’t trust himself not to completely fall apart.
Instead, he just stood in the middle of the living room staring at Casey’s phone, scrolling through the article. The pictures. The comments.
One after another, they painted a picture of Mia that strangers on the internet were all too willing and eager to tear apart.
Yesterday, someone had been watching them.
Knew who they were.
And took pictures of them.
All on a day when they were just trying to have a normal existence.
And now, that someone had the balls to leak the photos.
“She’s not answering,” Owen said, pressing his phone to his ear again. His jaw was tight.
Casey was pacing. Waylon looked ready to hit something—or someone.
Luca knew that feeling all too well. He promised Mia that he’d go to war for her. And he meant it.
His band of brothers did, too.
Luca: Mia, tried calling you again. The call won’t go through. We’re on our way to get you. Stay put.
Luca didn’t flinch. He just grabbed his keys and headed for the garage. “Let’s go,” he called over his shoulder, his voice low and final. “Now.”
No one argued.
