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 POVThe anger simmered through me, a molten core threatening to erupt. I grabbed Marco’s shirt, my fingers digging into the fabric. "How the fuck did she get kidnapped? Where was she going? Where the fuck were you?"Marco slapped my hand away, his eyes blazing. "Don't fucking touch me. If you hadn't left, or maybe you had the decency to tell any of us where you were going, or carried her along with you to make sure she was safe, she wouldn't have been crying her eyes out and then decided to go for a walk with that fucking traitor, Lorenzo." "What were you doing? Where the fuck were you, Marco? You know how much she fucking means to me."“I don’t know shit. You should own up to your girl and not expect me to do it. Or what the fuck did you expect me to do? Play babysitter and have tea with her? You can't protect what you care about and expect me to do it? You’re fucking crazy,” Marco said, his voice cold and cutting. He shoved past me and headed for the office.I followed him,
Lena's POVThe icy water slammed into my face, jolting me awake. My eyes flew open, and I met the smug smirk of Dmitri Sidorov. His face, a mask of cruelty, hovered inches from mine as he roughly sat me upright, his arms pinning me against the cold, hard floor. The moment his grip loosened, I crumpled back down, a choked sob escaping my lips. I couldn't sit up straight, I was too weak, too tired….. I was fucking ready to die. "Sit up right, bitch," he snarled, his voice laced with contempt. But I couldn't. My body, bruised and battered, felt like it was made of lead. My stomach ached with every breath, a dull throb reminding me of the last kick he'd delivered."Владимир, ты и Игорь должны прийти сюда прямо сейчас. Эта сука не может даже сидеть прямо, и вы заставите её, вы, черт возьми, дотронетесь до неё и получите от неё ответы для меня." Dmitri’s voice, cold and ruthless, cut through the air as he barked into his phone. A few minutes later, the distinct sound of heavy boots echoed
Two days. Forty-eight fucking hours. Two whole days had passed since I got the text from the unknown number and I was still staring at this goddamn screen, at D'Angelo's frustrated face as he muttered the same useless words for the hundredth time. "It's not a valid address, Don. They altered it, I can't get through. But there's a notification, a video."My jaw was clenched so tight, I thought my teeth would shatter. Every second that ticked by was another second of torture for Lena, and every second was another nail hammered into my sanity. I was the one who'd put her in this position, the one who’d lured her into this dangerous world, and the guilt was eating me alive. I was supposed to protect her, not be the reason she was hurting.Honestly I have wanted to kill D'Angelo this past few days,he was good but I needed my girl back, his incompetence was driving me crazy and the Russians were doing a good job at being discreet, yes, but not for long. A bitter smile curled my lips as I t
Luca's POV The plane hummed, a metal beast carrying me across the sky towards France. France. Of all the goddamn places. Dmitri had played me, hidden Lena in a place you wouldn't even think of looking, a place that was supposed to be a safe haven. The prick was smarter than I’d given him credit for. But D’Angelo, that little genius, had found their location in less than two hours. It seemed like, when he sent that last video, they’d slipped up on security, connections, and all that stupid stuff. D’Angelo only needed a tiny bit, a little connection, to break in. He was the fucking best hacker in the world, and luckily for him, he wouldn’t be killed. I'll hate to lose somebody that important to my mafia, especially because he couldn't give me Lena’s location. Marco and Ricardo were with me, flanking me on either side, their faces stoic. Marco and I hadn't really spoken since that night, not like we talk much anyway, but there was that slight tension, that unspoken wall between us.
Luca's POVThe sterile white of the room felt like a prison, a stark contrast to the vibrant life that usually filled Lena. The bandage wrapped around her head, the paleness of her skin, the absence of her usual sparkle – it was all a stark reminder of the impulsive actions I had taken. I had been so stupid, so caught up in my own world that I had let my pride get the best of me. Now, sitting by her side, watching her sleep, I was drowning in a sea of regret. My thumb rubbed soothing circles on her hand, a repetitive action that had become my nightly ritual for the past three weeks. Three weeks since she came back, the guilt gnawing at my insides. Every night, I sat here, whispering promises and apologies into her unconscious ear, hoping she could feel the sincerity in my voice, the desperation in my touch. The doctors had told me she needed time, that her brain was still healing, but every second that ticked by without her eyes opening felt like an eternity. Every day, the doctors
Lena's POV I woke up with a smile already spreading across my face. Thankfully, I was still nestled in Luca's arms, his strong, warm body a comforting weight against mine. I traced his jawline with my fingers, admiring the sharp angles and the soft curve of his cheek. His lashes, impossibly long and dark, cast a shadow across his face, a subtle reminder of his undeniable beauty."Buongiorno, bellissima," he murmured, his voice deep and husky with sleep. His Italian accent, thick and unmistakable, was like velvet against my skin. A perfect man with so many flaws. I was hopelessly, helplessly in love with him.(Good morning, beautiful)His eyes flew open, and those beautiful green orbs locked onto mine. He pulled me closer, his hand spanking my butt playfully."Luca!!" I squealed, giggling."Mmm, how are you feeling today?" he asked, his voice a low purr."Honestly, I don't feel bad. I felt a little bit of pain and discomfort the first day I woke up, but I feel good now. Not too good,
Lena's POVThe water rippled around me, a cool contrast to the firestorm raging within. My legs were jelly, shaking as I tried to catch my breath. My legs trembled, not from the cold, but from the aftershocks of the incredible release I'd just experienced. Luca. I was on cloud nine, in the seventh heaven, my legs felt so weak."That... that was..." I struggled to find the words, my voice a breathless whisper. "Thank you.""Lena," he said, his voice a soft rumble. "Yes?""Don't worry about it," he murmured, his eyes glinting with something I couldn't quite decipher. "It will even be better later on. I'll do things..." He trailed off, muttering to himself, and a jolt of anticipation shot through me."What do you me-" My question was cut short as his warm lips found mine. I melted into the kiss, the world fading away around us. This kiss was different, softer, a silent conversation of love and need. It was everything our words couldn't express. He pulled back, our foreheads touching,
Luca's POVI felt her lips trailing down my neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. The way she moved, her hands tracing patterns on my inked chest, it was driving me insane, like she was marking herself on me. The way she moaned, a low, guttural sound that sent shivers down my spine... Fuck!!! That sound. It was like a siren call, pulling me deeper and deeper into this dangerous, intoxicating game. I knew I should pull away, but I was helpless against her touch, against the way she was driving me wild.I pulled her back, needing to see her face, to see the lust burning in her eyes. "Lena," I rasped, my voice rough with need, "I just might fuck you if you keep on doing this.""I want that, Papa," she breathed, her voice husky with a desperate edgeWhat the fuck?I knew Lena was wild, freaky, a force of nature. But this... this was different. It was raw, insatiable, primal, and it scared me a little. The way she said "Papa," it sent a jolt of something... something primal and dan
Luca's POV Lena's bratty behavior was seriously starting to get on my nerves. I needed her to stop. I had fucked up, yes, I knew that. I didn't need her constantly reminding me of it. Seeing the pain in her eyes, the bruises on her body, was damage enough. The bandage on her head, the paleness of her skin, they were constant reminders of what I had allowed to happen, constant reminders of my failures. Three weeks of watching her unconscious body lay motionless wasn't a joke. “Take. Off your clothes,” I said, my voice rough with exhaustion. She didn’t move, didn’t even attempt to do it. I didn’t have the strength for this, for her stubborn defiance. I decided to do it myself. I half expected her to push me away, but she didn’t, so I continued, pulling up her pajama shirt, the baggy fabric revealing the bruises that marred her skin. Rage flared through me. They were healed, but the scars were still visible and I could tell she still felt the pain, a visual representation of the violen
Lena's POVThe morning light, a pale, watery sun, crept through the gauzy curtains, a stark contrast to the darkness that had held me captive the previous night before Luca came. I stretched, reaching out for Luca, but my hand found empty space. A coldness, both physical and emotional, swept through me. The bed, still warm from his presence just moments before, was now cold and empty.My fingers traced the indentations left by his body as a wave of anger, sadness, and worry crashed over me. He never got enough rest, always rushing around, fixing things, making sure everyone was alright. He was going to burn himself out, fall sick and maybe die. And he'd left without even waking me, not letting me see his face before he went. The door creaked open, and a maid entered, carrying a tray with food. "Good morning, madam," she said, her voice quiet and deferential. She placed the tray on the bedside table, then dropped it with a clatter. "Don Rossi says you should make sure you eat the foo
Lena's POVThe scent of antiseptic and the soft hum of the life support machines were all I could focus on as I lay in the bed, my head throbbing with a dull ache. Marco and Ricardo were in the room, their presence filling the sterile air with a strange mix of tension and relief.Ricardo, Luca’s cousin, was surprisingly nice. He had a gentle smile that seemed to soften the sharp edges of the room. Marco, on the other hand, was his usual, infuriating self, treating me like a fragile doll, his little sister. Ricardo was fine too, he was so fine. All of them in their family are too fine, but then again nobody got close enough to Luca. His apology, delivered with an air of concern, rang hollow. It was a simple “I’m sorry,” devoid of any real emotion. The time I spent with them, after the nurse had left, was almost peaceful. It was a welcome distraction from the turmoil inside me. But there was one person who occupied my thoughts relentlessly. Luca.He was the one I thought about, the
Luca's POVThe sterile white of the room felt like a prison, a stark contrast to the vibrant life that usually filled Lena. The bandage wrapped around her head, the paleness of her skin, the absence of her usual sparkle – it was all a stark reminder of the impulsive actions I had taken. I had been so stupid, so caught up in my own world that I had let my pride get the best of me. Now, sitting by her side, watching her sleep, I was drowning in a sea of regret. My thumb rubbed soothing circles on her hand, a repetitive action that had become my nightly ritual for the past three weeks. Three weeks since she came back, the guilt gnawing at my insides. Every night, I sat here, whispering promises and apologies into her unconscious ear, hoping she could feel the sincerity in my voice, the desperation in my touch. The doctors had told me she needed time, that her brain was still healing, but every second that ticked by without her eyes opening felt like an eternity. Every day, the doctors
Luca's POV The plane hummed, a metal beast carrying me across the sky towards France. France. Of all the goddamn places. Dmitri had played me, hidden Lena in a place you wouldn't even think of looking, a place that was supposed to be a safe haven. The prick was smarter than I’d given him credit for. But D’Angelo, that little genius, had found their location in less than two hours. It seemed like, when he sent that last video, they’d slipped up on security, connections, and all that stupid stuff. D’Angelo only needed a tiny bit, a little connection, to break in. He was the fucking best hacker in the world, and luckily for him, he wouldn’t be killed. I'll hate to lose somebody that important to my mafia, especially because he couldn't give me Lena’s location. Marco and Ricardo were with me, flanking me on either side, their faces stoic. Marco and I hadn't really spoken since that night, not like we talk much anyway, but there was that slight tension, that unspoken wall between us.
Two days. Forty-eight fucking hours. Two whole days had passed since I got the text from the unknown number and I was still staring at this goddamn screen, at D'Angelo's frustrated face as he muttered the same useless words for the hundredth time. "It's not a valid address, Don. They altered it, I can't get through. But there's a notification, a video."My jaw was clenched so tight, I thought my teeth would shatter. Every second that ticked by was another second of torture for Lena, and every second was another nail hammered into my sanity. I was the one who'd put her in this position, the one who’d lured her into this dangerous world, and the guilt was eating me alive. I was supposed to protect her, not be the reason she was hurting.Honestly I have wanted to kill D'Angelo this past few days,he was good but I needed my girl back, his incompetence was driving me crazy and the Russians were doing a good job at being discreet, yes, but not for long. A bitter smile curled my lips as I t