Chapter 6 - The Weight of Silence in the Hall
Luca’s jaw tightened sharply, a muscle ticking violently in his cheek as the realization of what I had discovered settled over him. The amber light from the hallway sconces caught the sharp planes of his face, casting deep shadows across his neck tattoos. He didn't shout. He didn't call for his guards or summon the security team patrolling the stairs below. Instead, he simply stared at me, his dark eyes narrowing with a terrifying, calculated stillness that felt far more dangerous than any outburst of rage.
"You have a dangerous habit of listening to things that don't concern you, Rachel," Luca said, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly hum that vibrated in the narrow space between us.
"She is living behind a locked door with no name on it," I replied, my voice holding a steady, stubborn edge that surprised even me. "That concerns anyone with a conscience."
A bitter, humorless smile touched the corner of Luca's mouth. "Conscience is a luxury for people who don't run empires, Miss Cole. Up here, secrets keep people alive. The moment you start digging into graves that are already sealed, you invite the dirt to bury you too."
He stepped closer, invading my personal space until I could smell the faint scent of expensive bourbon and cedarwood lingering on his tuxedo jacket. For a terrifying second, I thought he might reach out, perhaps to silence me permanently or drag me down to the basement cells. But he merely lifted a hand, his knuckles brushing lightly against the polished silver tray I still clutched like a shield against my chest.
"Go back to your quarters," Luca commanded quietly, his gaze boring into mine with an unspoken warning. "If I catch you on this floor again, I won't just fire you. I won't even listen to excuses. Do we understand each other?"
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"Yes, Mr. Moretti," I whispered, keeping my chin up as I slid past him.
I walked down the service stairs with my heart pounding against my ribs like a trapped bird. I hadn't won anything, but I hadn't lost either. I was still alive, and I still had my post. More importantly, Luca Moretti knew I wasn't afraid of him in the way his associates usually were. That crack in his impenetrable armor was the only leverage I had left, and I intended to use it before the week was out.
