Luca turned his head toward her, fury arranged perfectly across his face. "Whose side exactly are you on, you bitch?"
David roared and drove the knife into Luca's arm again. The blade struck close to the first wound.
Veronica screamed. "Luca!"
Luca's body jerked against the bar, his chains rattling violently. He gave another rough grunt, refusing David the satisfaction of anything more. Blood spread down his sleeve, darkening the fabric before dripping steadily onto the concrete. His arm burned but his eyes moved past David and found Veronica.
She had repositioned her hand. Her thumb was braced against the metal edge.
Come on, Bambola.
David yanked the knife free, breathing hard with excitement. Luca barely registered the fresh rush of pain. He watched Veronica instead.
Tears were in her eyes, her shoulders trembled. Luca's stomach twisted. For this, just for this, he was going to break David apart with his bare hands.
Veronica's tears spilled over.
