Dangerous Heart . The Mafia Boss's Love .

Chapter 29

Sienna

Luca ignores me when I ask him to take me home.

I ask again, "Can you please just drop me off?"

"Sure," he replies in a low tone, still focused on the road ahead. I turn to look out the window, deciding not to say anything more. I want to, but I know if I do, my emotions will take over. I'd either end up lashing out or crying, and the last thing I want is for him to see me break down over him again.

He had insisted there was nothing between him and Lucia, but when we saw her at the restaurant, he couldn't leave fast enough. He turned in the opposite direction and slipped out the back, as if he was hiding me from her, like I was his dirty little secret.

We drive in silence, neither of us bothering to speak.

When the car finally comes to a stop, I look up to see a large gate opening. As we pull through, I realise we're outside a fancy complex—and not my apartment building. "This isn't my building, Luca," I say, glaring at him.

He doesn't respond. Luca drives through the gate and down a steep ramp, entering what looks like a private parking lot. He drives straight ahead and stops. Suddenly, I feel the car moving as if it's being lifted. When it stops, he drives out into a spacious garage filled with luxury cars. It hits me—these all belong to Luca.

We're at his apartment.

He parks the car and turns off the engine. Just as he's about to open the door, I stop him.

"I told you I wanted to go home. Why did you bring me here?"

He gives me a sideways glance, then steps out of the car without a word.

WTF.

"Luca!" I call after him, my voice raised, but he doesn't even glance back. I watch as he walks toward an elevator, presses the button, and steps inside as soon as the doors open. He turns around, hands in his pockets, his eyes locking onto mine. A smug look spreads across his face, his mouth curling up at one side.

The doors close, leaving me alone in the car. 'What an asshole.'

I get out and slam the door behind me. Frustrated, I pull my phone out of my bag to order an Uber, but just as I'm about to hit send, my battery dies. "Aaaahhh, why, God?" I groan.

With no other choice, I walk over to the elevator and press the button. The doors slide open, and I step inside. I don't even know what floor I'm supposed to go to. Looking at the buttons, I notice there's only a handful, and one that says "Penthouse." Obviously, that's Luca's.

The elevator ascends and eventually stops. The doors open automatically, and I step out into Luca's place—just as I remember it from the last time.

"Hello?" I call out, but there's no answer. What a prick.

"Luca!" I shout his name, but all I get is silence. 'Where the hell is he?'

I walk further into the place, making my way down the long hallway. As I pass by a room on my left, I glance inside—it seems to be another living room.

I continue to walk until I reached the kitchen, I walked into the kitchen—or rather, what you might call a kitchen if it weren't more like something out of a show home. Everything was sleek and solid, with black granite countertops that gleamed under the lights. A large island dominated the center of the room, while a long wooden table sat against the far left wall, surrounded by about ten plush cream-colored chairs. The space was modern yet elegantly styled, perfectly reflecting Luca's taste.

I turned to leave, assuming no one was around, when I heard a voice say, "Oh, hello." I glanced back and saw a woman standing there. She was dressed in a uniform similar to Helena's, though she appeared younger, likely in her mid-thirties. Her black hair was cut into a bob, and she was petite, with striking blue eyes that stood out the most. There was something familiar about her, but I couldn't quite place it.