"I have something to tell you.” Luca murmured against my ear I looked up at him, my eyes wide and filled with an intensity, I knew he had something to say, we had to talk “Go on,” I whispered softly, my voice reasurring, urgent. "I'm in the mafia" The world seemed to tilt on its axis. The weight of his words settled on my shoulders, heavy and suffocating. A single tear traced a path down my cheek, leaving a cold trail of fear and confusion. "I'm the Don of the Italian mafia," he continued, his voice low and steady, but I felt a tremor run through him. The air thickened with unspoken tension, the only sound the choked sobs that escaped my lips. I clung to him, his warmth the only comfort in the face of the truth that had crashed down upon me. I wanted to stand, to pull away, to escape the suffocating reality, but I couldn't. I needed to feel him close, to feel the warmth of his presence, to hold on to the last vestiges of normalcy. Why the fuck was I crying? Was he okay? Was he
The bed felt cold and empty, the warmth of Luca's body gone. I was alone, abandoned in this dangerous world. Did he really think I was just going to leave him? He’d told me how to get back home, but did he not see the fear in my eyes? The desperate plea for him to stay? Did he truly think I would just walk away from him, from everything that was now unfolding? He was foolish if he thought that, very foolish. I dragged myself out of bed, my head throbbing and my whole body aching. I looked in the mirror and saw my reflection, a perfect embodiment of how I felt- like shit. My eyes were red and swollen, the remnants of a night spent crying myself to sleep.I walked to the bathroom, needing a hot bath. I turned on the water, watching it fill the tub as my mind drifted, replaying the events of the last few hours. When the tub was half full, I climbed in, the warmth of the water a welcome relief to my aching body. My muscles relaxed, the tension easing from my shoulders, but my heart rem
I couldn't bear staying in the same place as Hazel. I wasn't going to stay in Los Angeles, not with her going back home. But before I left, I needed to give the press something. I had checked my phone earlier, and the headlines weren't doing good things for my company. I needed to control the narrative, to at least appear in control. I arrived at the company, grabbing a few things and doing some work. I could hear the crowd outside, trying to get answers from one of my men, who I had told to act as my personal assistant. I decided to close off the office and get this whole thing over with. I walked out, and there they were, waiting at the front door. I was ready to speak to them. I was tired of this, tired of the whispers and the drama. "Due to the recent allegations made by my fellow businessman, Dmitri," I said, my gaze unwavering. "Rossi Enterprise will be temporarily shutting down while I clear my name and address these claims. To our investors and partners, I understand
Luca's POV The cigarette smoke filled the air, a swirling cloud that seemed to mimic the chaos in my mind. As I inhaled, a strange feeling washed over me, a prickle of unease that I couldn't ignore. I had a feeling that Dmitri knew where I was. Maybe some of his men were on their way. I was psychic sometimes, a weird sixth sense that had saved me more than once. I didn’t want to cause a scene at the hotel. I decided to pick up my things and leave. I got inside my car and drove to a more secluded area. There was an abandoned house, a place I had been to before. It was perfect for hiding, for waiting. I arrived at the house, a crumbling, ramshackle structure that had seen better days. But it was quiet, hidden away from prying eyes. I could disappear here, wait for them to come to me. I waited patiently, listening for any sound, any hint of movement. It was a game of cat and mouse, and I was the mouse, waiting for the cat to make its move. The tension was thick, almost suffocating
I opened the door to Luca's room, and there he was, Lorenzo, the big guy Marco had appointed to watch over me. He was still in front of the door as always, a silent guardian. I felt a strange sense of security around him, almost like he was... well, I wasn't sure how to describe it. But all through, he'd been nice, never threatening, never making me feel uncomfortable. Marco wouldn't have entrusted me to him if he didn't trust him, that much was certain. After all, Marco had sworn that if anything happened to me and Luca came back and found me in pain, Luca was going to kill him. So, he was careful. Very careful.But even with that reassurance, a nagging feeling of unease lingered. There was something about Lorenzo, a vibe, a subtle shift in his presence that made me question his true intentions. It wasn't anything concrete, just a feeling, a prickling at the back of my neck that suggested he wasn't as pure as he seemed. He was just... off. I couldn't quite put my finger on it
Luca's POVThe rage was a firestorm inside me, consuming everything. It was the kind of fire that burned hotter with every drop of blood spilled, every breath stolen. I shot back at the man who almost ended me, a guttural roar escaping my lips. The bullet slammed into his ribs, not a fatal wound, but enough to immobilize him. He crumpled to the floor, a pained groan escaping him. I dragged him, a dead weight, under the bed, praying he wouldn't lose consciousness. He was a prisoner now, a pawn in my game of survival.The sounds of gunfire erupted, echoing through the desolate house. They came in waves, each one a deafening roar that vibrated through my bones. I felt the sting of another bullet, this time in my left arm, a sharp, hot pain that quickly dissolved into a dull ache. I tasted metal in my mouth, and the world seemed to tilt on its axis. But I didn't falter. I squeezed my eyes shut, the blood pulsing in my ear, and shot. One man went down, his skull splatter against the wall,
Lena's POV The world was a blurry, painful mess. My eyelids felt like lead weights, the pressure of them pushing down on my eyes, but I knew I had to fight to open them. My head throbbed, each beat of pain echoing through my skull. I finally managed to pry them open a sliver, the world coming into focus slowly. Moonlight filtered through a high window, casting long, distorted shadows on the rough stone walls. I was sitting on the cold, hard ground, my legs stretched out in front of me. I tried to move my hands, but I felt a sickening tightness, a binding sensation. Panic began to claw its way up my throat. My wrists were tied, my legs too. A wave of confusion washed over me. Where was I? Why was I tied up? What happened? I remembered being on a walk with Lorenzo,..... And that's when it clicked. Lorenzo had betrayed us together with some other men. He had drugged me and now I was here. Desperation seized me. I tried to wiggle my wrists free, pulling at the ropes with every
The voice of the pilot droning on about our imminent landing broke through the fog of my semi-conscious state. I stirred, a dull ache pulsing through my head. I wasn't in a coma. Not yet, anyway. I was strung out, yes, but alive. The weariness was a heavy weight in my limbs, a constant reminder of the shots I'd taken. My muscles felt raw, every movement a painful protest. Exhausted, but with a surge of adrenaline fueling me, I stood up. I had work to do. I had to teach these fuckers a lesson. Teach them not to fuck with the Rossi's again. I shuffled over to the small fridge in my room and grabbed a bottle of vodka. I downed it in one go, the burn a welcome distraction from the throbbing in my head. I was playing with my health, I knew, but I had to get my head straight.I dug through my first aid kit, my eyes fixed on the wound on my arm. I knew it wasn't a bullet, not really, but it felt like it. I needed to know what it was. I found the tweezers, the steel cold and sharp against m
Luca's POVI carefully slid away from Lena, trying not to wake her. Peeling back the covers, her naked body was on full display. God, she was beautiful. I lightly touched her thigh, running my hand up its length, and she stirred slightly. I continued caressing, moving my hand higher, until it was between her thighs. Slowly, lightly, I moved my hand back and forth, and she instinctively spread her legs open a little further, still lost in sleep. I chuckled softly at whatever she must be dreaming about.Now I had access. Her clit. Already wet and slick. I started running my finger over it, teasing her gently. I pressed two fingers against her entrance, feeling her walls, and she let out a small moan. I slipped one finger inside, and she jerked slightly. A smile tugged at my lips. I added another finger, starting to move them slowly and deliberately, drawing out the pleasure.Lena’s eyes fluttered. Those beautiful ice-blue depths, meant only for me. My drug. They were filled with lust a
Lena's POVWe were finally done showering, and I was digging through Luca's closet. It was massive, naturally. I settled on this green sweater, and it struck me as so…weird. Luca never wore colors. It was always black, white, grey - the neutrals that undeniably looked amazing on him.He turned just as I was pulling it over my head. He pointed, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. "My mom gave me that. I've never worn it, really. I don't like colors, and...it's got a cartoon character on it." It was Scooby Doo."Oh." I pulled at the hem. "Is it okay if I wear it?"He shrugged, a casual gesture that didn't quite hide the fact he was watching me. "Yeah, it's fine."I raised an eyebrow. "Really? You sure?"He insisted a couple times, each time with impatience creeping in. I paired it with his black basketball shorts that were too long for me, pulled my hair up into a messy bun, and called it good. Luca, meanwhile, was just in a white muscle tee and black basketball shorts. He l
Lena's POVI woke up, my face smooshed into a hard, taut chest, and I smiled, instantly knowing who it belonged to. I shuffled to get out, trying not to suffocate, which made Luca wake up. His beautiful green eyes fluttered open, a sight that always made my heart skip a beat."Hi," I said, my smile widening."Hey," Luca mumbled. He reached out and moved the hair out of my face, his touch gentle. "You're beautiful," he finished, his voice still thick with sleep."Thank you," I replied, my smile growing."You welcome," he replied, his voice warm and tender."You know what?" I asked, stroking his beard, feeling the rough texture against my fingertips. "You look good, too.""Really?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice."Yeah. Your hair all grown out makes you look so fucking hot. Like a hundred times hotter," I gushed, my honesty unfiltered."I thought it didn't look good though. I wanted to cut it today. With you here. Half of my stress is gone," he said, a small smile playing on
Lena's POVI stood up from the bed, and Luca sat up, watching me intently. I kneeled in front of him and pulled my hair up into a ponytail, exposing the curve of my neck."Look in my eyes when you do that shit," Luca rasped, his voice thick with anticipation. He already knew what I wanted to do, knew the power I held in that moment. I was going to suck his dick until he begged, until he called out my name in desperate need.I dragged down Luca's pants, along with his briefs, and his dick sprang out, thick, long, and veiny, exactly how I liked it. It was already hard I held his cock in my hand, marveling at its size and the way it throbbed with anticipation. He had an excited cock, the type of cock to jump and move around, eager for attention. A snack that smiles back.I licked his tip, and he shuddered beneath me, his legs shifting slightly, allowing me more space. I licked again, my tongue tracing a slow, deliberate path up and down the shaft. I licked his frenulum, my tongue circli
Lena's POVLuca walked out of the bathroom, his face etched with a tiredness that mirrored my own. "I'm sorry, I didn't know it–""Lena, I really don't feel like talking to you right now," he said, cutting me off, and walked into the closet. He came back out wearing grey sweatpants and laid down on the bed, pulling the covers over his head, effectively shutting me out.I just stood there, feeling the weight of everything crashing down on me. Everything was too much, it was too fucking much. I was tired, so tired of life. I was ready to just… disappear. Fucking go missing.I crumpled to the ground, breaking down into sobs. Everything was too much, it was too fucking much. Before I could even close my eyes, Luca was already by my side, his strong arms pulling me into his chest."I want to go back to LA. I can't stand it, I can't stand it anymore. I need to leave, I'm sorry," I cried, grabbing onto his neck, clutching him as if he was the only thing keeping me from falling apart. He was.
Lena's POVI grabbed one of Luca's shirts, the oversized fabric swallowing me whole, and headed downstairs to find him."Let's eat," he said immediately when his eyes landed on me.I almost said something about picking up the trash first, but he was ahead of me. "I picked it up," Luca said, preempting my thought. He really was on edge lately, paying attention to the smallest details.I moved over to where he was sitting on the couch and snuggled into his side as we ate. The food was delicious, and we finished quickly, tossing everything into the trash.It was about 2 pm now, and surprisingly, Luca was asleep. I don't think I've ever seeing Luca just… sleeping. Oh, exceot that one time at the office. But apart from that he was always a whirlwind of energy, constantly moving, constantly doing, always working hard. This quiet stillness was unsettling.I went to grab a bottle of water from the fridge, and I felt a presence behind me. Turning quickly, I saw Luca, his eyes red-rimmed and un
Luca's POVI drove, savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment. The world outside the car faded away, leaving only Lena and me. I kept my speed low, almost savoring each mile, each turn. Every few seconds, my eyes flicked over to Lena. She was a vision of peaceful surrender, her chest rising and falling softly, her head lolling against the headrest. Soon enough, I realized she wasn't just dozing; she was completely out... The rise and fall of her chest was even deeper, more languid now. I was still holding her hand, my thumb tracing circles on the back of it.An internal war raged within me. What was this? Love? Lust? Simple compassion fueled by our shared trauma? I was lost in the labyrinth of my own feelings. But one thing, one horrifyingly clear thing, cut through all the confusion: if anyone, anyone ever laid a hand on her again, if she ever went missing again… I'd burn the entire fucking world to the ground until I had her back in my arms. My girl.Okay, too much. Way too much. I
Lena's POVHis locs felt so good in my hand, the texture a familiar comfort as Luca's hands explored my body. God, I'd missed this. Missed the way his large, cool hands felt against my skin, the way he seemed to know exactly where to touch, where to linger. Every graze, every squeeze sent a shiver through me. I hadn't realized how much I craved it until this moment.A low moan escaped my lips, and I knew I had to take control, needed more than just his wandering hands. Leaning close, I whispered in his ear, the words husky and laced with anticipation, "Recline the seats and take your belt off."He didn't hesitate. There was something so incredibly hot about his immediate compliance, the way he moved at my command. And I saw it flicker in his eyes - the knowledge that my taking charge was a turn-on for him too. It was electric. I motioned for him to stand slightly, and he did, anticipation etched on his face.My gaze lingered on the bulge beneath his briefs, the anticipation building i
Lenas POVI was perched on Luca's back, clinging to him like a goddamn koala. We'd been walking – well, he'd been walking – for what felt like an eternity, maybe ten, fifteen minutes. Finally, I saw it. The car. Salvation. "We're here," Luca announced, as if I were blind."I can see that," I retorted, rolling my eyes."Honestly, I can't understand why you're complaining when you've been on my back all through the walk.""I'm complaining because I don't wanna be close to you," I snapped. The truth was, I was tired, and being this close to him was stirring up too many confusing feelings."That's bad. You're going to be in the car with me for a long time.""How long is the drive?""Two, three hours, and I plan on taking my time. So probably a lot longer.""Then you wouldn't be driving," I declared."Why not?""'Cause I'm going to be driving.""No, you won't be.""Yes, I would.""No, you wo-" Before he could finish that ridiculously childish argument, I balled my fists and whacked him on