Bianca's grip tightened around her phone. "Because you owe me."
"I owe you nothing," he replied smoothly. "We are even. As a matter of fact, I got nothing from our exchange. Luca doesn't want me here. I have to come back to Vienna soon. So tell me exactly how I owe you?"
Her jaw locked. The audacity. "Ricardo, don't test me. The girl must die or I will have your head," she spat.
"Imagine that," Ricardo said lightly. "You know, I am quite happy you are miserable with Luca, Bianca. You didn't think I would ever be enough. Well, who is laughing now?"
The cruelty in his tone was designed to wound.
The call ended.
Bianca stared at her reflection in the dark screen for a split second before something inside her snapped. A raw, animal sound tore from her throat as she hurled the phone across the room. It struck the wall and shattered, fragments scattering across marble.
Her scream echoed through the suite.
