Page 63 of Legacy
Luciano’s head snaps toward me, his eyes narrowing before softening with recognition.
“Failsafe!” he barks, and in an instant, my body moves on instinct.
Failsafe. Our go to trick.
Sacrifice yourself and the other comes in and takes out the target.
It always works.
I barely process the look of confusion on Rafael’s face before Luciano leans back, giving him an opening.
Rafael lunges forward with a right hook, landing it squarely on Luciano’s jaw.
Luciano staggers.
Rafael laughs a bit too soon.
Distracted.
As planned.
I dart into the ring, jumping onto Rafael’s back with practiced precision. My arms lock around his neck, and I use my momentum to pull him backward.
His balance falters, and with a grunt, he hits the mat.
“Damn it, Adriana!” Rafael groans, thrashing.
Luciano, still rubbing his jaw, grins down at his fallen consejero.
“Good job, hermanita.”
He smirks at me with pride.
I let Rafael go, getting up and brushing my hands on my jeans as he glares up at both of us.
“You two are the worst,” Rafael mutters.
He sits up. “Every fucking time with the failsafe. Every. Time.”
Luciano offers him a hand, still chuckling.
“Don’t be a sore loser,Rafa.”
Rafael ignores his hand and Luciano’s attention pulls to me, his smile fading slightly.
“What brings you here, hermana? Finally decided to forgive me?”
He tilts his head, looking almost apologetic.
I cross my arms, leveling him with a glare.
“Hardly. I came because I haven’t seen you in months, and I’m tired of waiting for answers. Where is Angelo? Why hasn’t he called for me yet?”
Luciano exchanges a look with Rafael.
No.
His expression turns serious.
