“I don’t care.” She stood up, and the fire in her chest didn’t feel like acid anymore. It felt like fuel. “Luca wants to play with fire? Let’s see how he handles a real burn.”
A knock. Marco again, this time with a folded piece of parchment paper. “Delivery. From Fuoco .” heartburn pt. 1 rachael cavalli
She stared at the screen. Her thumb hovered over the delete button. Instead, she typed: Safe pays the rent, Luca. How’s Chloe? Delete. Delete. Delete. “I don’t care