Men poured out with weapons drawn, sharp-eyed and silent, spreading across the deserted road. But Luca moved first.
He stepped out of the car with his gun already raised. Not at the men on the ground but at David.
Veronica's stomach dropped. David did not flinch. He stood beside his own car, shirt stained with blood, expression bored. The gun pointed at his chest might as well have been an umbrella. He merely stared Luca down with one brow raised.
"Luca!" Vee shouted. "No! No! He saved me."
Luca's head jerked toward her. Everything violent in him paused. His eyes dragged over her face, her bruised cheek.
"He saved me," she said again, pointing at David, still not believing it herself.
Luca's gaze shifted slowly back to David. His eyes narrowed. Then, finally, he took in the rest of the scene.
The ruined cars, the smoke, the broken men groaning on the ground. The driver curled near the front tire, clutching himself.
