Luca seems pleased by this revelation, but he schools his features almost immediately. “Thank you,” he murmurs.
Turning to me, Salvatore takes my hand in his and places a kiss on top. “It was a pleasure finally meeting you, Verona.”
“Thank you. I feel the same way,” I tell him.
“See you both Friday night at the party,” he says before retreating back inside.
I don’t know what I expected in meeting with Luca’s father, but I think it gave me some insight into why Luca is the way he is, and I’m thankful for that.
Luca leads me down the steps and into the driveway to the awaiting car. I get in first, and Luca closes the door before climbing into the other side of the backseat.
The tension is back again ten-fold, and it feels like Luca is a coiled snake, waiting to strike at any moment. I know that if he wants to fight, then we’ll fight, and I’ll give him all the anger and fury that he wants and deserves.