Fear still shook her body. Tears still blurred her vision. But rage had finally found somewhere useful to go.
She spun to face him, her other wrist still secured to the desk. Veronica drove her foot upwards. Her heel connected sharply beneath his jaw.
David's head snapped back, his teeth clacking together as the force sent him stumbling back. Luca waited but his expression had transformed. The helpless husband was gone.
What remained was the man David should never have brought within reach. Luca watched him stagger and smiled.
"Bring him here!" Luca yelled.
Veronica seized the edge of the metal table and spun it with every ounce of strength left in her body.
Adrenaline roared through her veins, drowning out the agony in her dislocated thumb and the raw burn around her restrained wrist. The table legs shrieked against the concrete as she swung it into position with a scream ripping from the deep recesses of her soul, then drove it straight into David's midsection.
