Luca stretched, freeing himself from the rest of the bindings. He rose and walked toward Julian with a fluid, predatory grace
"I didn't ask you for a favor," Luca said. "You get nothing from me. I do not owe you."
"Why? The devil afraid of collecting debts?" Julian snarled poisonously.
Luca's jaw tightened. "Fuck you, Julian. And now that I think about it, I should have gutted you."
Julian stepped closer, the air between them sparking. "I am willing to let this tiny disrespect go, Luca. Because I just found out you are personally handing me the rope to hang you with." A thin smile cut across his face, sharp as a blade catching light. Then he turned and walked out, his footsteps echoing against the deck in the tune of a countdown.
Luca stood there a second longer, chest rising, fury fizzing under his skin. Rope? What rope?
Fuck it.
