Dominic's POV
"Luca, get your ass in here immediately," was all of the advance notice I had time to yell into the intercom before I had to lean back in my chair.
My desk hadn't even gotten to feel my fingertips before the first four fingers struck, already knowing my little brother wasn't going to be all too pleased over being interrupted. I found out he was with Leila in her room. But we couldn't afford to remain idle. Not after last night's attack.
The next thing I knew, my door swung open and Luca came in pissed. His flushed face had gone red. "You have the worst timing in the world, Dominic! Seriously, are you kinda psychic or something, knowing exactly when to interrupt?
One of my eyebrows arched, and I couldn't resist but play with him a little. "Inconvenient? What could be so important that you found it necessary to lose your temper that badly? Having some kind of deep conversation with the maid?"