Riley POV
Antonio Rossi did not speak to us again at the team headquarters.
He only looked at Luca with cold disappointment, repeated that the family had embarrassed itself enough, then walked away with two men in dark suits following behind him.
The silence he left behind felt more threatening than shouting.
Luca watched the elevator doors close.
His face had become unreadable.
I remained beside him, still trying to process the suspension, the sponsor loss, and now the arrival of a father who had not even visited after his son’s crash.
“Are you alright?” I asked.
Luca looked toward me.
“Yes.”
It was a lie.
I knew him well enough now to recognize the difference between calm and control.
His jaw was too tight.
His injured shoulder had stiffened.
His eyes remained fixed on the
