Chapter 94 - Chapter 92: Romano and Blake… aren’t enemies, right?

The room smelled of antiseptic and old leather, a strange marriage of care and decay. Cold marble tiles reflected the muted afternoon light, filtering in from high windows lined with steel bars, cutting the air with their slanted, judgmental rays. Luca Romano sat on the edge of a low bed, a careless grace to him that grated against the tightness of the room. Around him, the circle of men closed, predators poised, every muscle coiled, every gaze sharp enough to pierce skin.