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 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
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
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
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 POVThe plane climbed higher and higher, its lights shrinking against the vast, indifferent expanse of the night sky. I watched it until it was just a faint glimmer, then a shadow, and finally, nothing at all. Lena left me. Everything I thought I knew, everything I'd built, everything I wanted... gone. Everything that had given my life meaning for the past year, just... vanished. It all left with that plane.I was alone again, standing on that cold, empty tarmac, but it wasn't the same as before. Before, I was just empty. Now, I was hollowed out, a shell of a man with a gaping hole where my heart used to be. It was worse than I ever thought.I stood there for what felt like hours, the cold air biting at my skin, but I barely felt it. The chill inside was far more profound. I stared up at the star-dusted sky, as if I could somehow will her back, pull the plane out of the sky and return her to me. But the sky remained silent, indifferent to my silent plea.I clenched my fist an
Lena's POVLuca wasn't comfortable with all my turning and tossing. I could feel his frustration radiating off him, a palpable tension in the air."Lena, look. I don't know, this shit is fucked up. I apologize, I'll become better… It's just. Fuck!!" He finally exploded, the words laced with desperation."Don't scream that shit in my ear," I snapped more tired than angry, turning away from him again. Every apology, every promise felt hollow, like a performance."Trust me, please," Luca practically begged, his voice cracking with emotion. But I couldn't say anything. What was there to say? The trust had been eroded, chipped away by his inconsistent behavior, and I didn't know how to rebuild it."Le-""I need time, Luca. Please book me a flight right now. I can't stay here much longer." The words were out before I could fully process them. The words felt like ripping off a bandage, painful and necessary. It was a gut reaction, a desperate need to escape, to breathe."Lena…""Luca, pleas
Lena's POVI showered in Sarah’s bathroom, trying to wash away the tension and the lingering scent of violence. We decided to head out for a little cozy night out. I wore Sarah’s sweatshirt and pants since I didn't want to go back to my room and likely face Luca.We both slid into Sarah’s Range Rover. “When does Raiden get back from school?” I asked, trying to distract myself from the turmoil in my own life. I missed him too.“Was just about to tell you now. I’ll pick him up from school, and then we can go to the park. You okay with that?”“Yeah, absolutely,” I replied, grateful for the distraction.We arrived at Raiden’s school, Sarah went in to pick him up, and in no time she was out with Raiden by her side. Sarah placed Raiden in the backseat, “Heyy,” I squealed, my voice full of affection, he was startled at first. He scooted over to see my face from where I sat in the passenger seat, and the sweetest smile appeared on his face, warming me up. For this part, I really don't mind
Lena's POVImmediately I sat down, Luca sped off. I tried to make small talk with him, but was outright shut down. I was trying to figure out why exactly he was angry. If it was because of the pregnancy talk earlier or what. Fast forward to two days later, and Luca still wasn't fucking with me. He was distant and sharp, and it was pissing me off. Little things were starting to get to me, and I felt nauseous most of the day and as well did not have time to deal with his bullshit and stupid mood swings.I still didn't see Marco since the field. I was sat on the island stool eating the sandwich I made before I felt a presence beside me. “Hii,” Sarah said to me. “How are you? Feels like I haven't seen you in ages.” I said, trying to match her cheerfulness.“Right. I'm good, Nobody's fault but your's though” Sarah replied, and I just gave her a small silly, guilty smile.“Raiden?” I asked.“He went to school,” Sarah said.“Oh. Who dropped him off, cause you're here? Or are you just getti
Lena's POVI picked up my pace, wanting to catch up with Luca. He was already far ahead, but at least I could still see him, so I didn't lose track. We were in a large, open field that was surrounded by large trees. It felt quite deserted from the rest of the world, and precisely so. On entering the plot of land, about a five-minute drive before where he parked the car, there was a board that read 'Rossi's Property,' so definitely nobody would dare come near it.I finally got to where Luca was standing, panting. He barely gave me a glance. There were three men and then Dmitri and Igor on the ground looking even worse than they did in the underground.. Luca said something to the men in Italian, and they bowed their heads and started to move out. When they got closer to me, they bowed again. I didn't know what to do, so I bowed and waved at them, feeling incredibly awkward and confused.“Stay back somewhere,” Luca's deep voice said to me, and I backed up a little.He went inside the
Lena's POVLuca gifted me Igor's hand. A dismembered human hand. My initial reaction was pure disgust and a cold fear that ran right through me. I mean that's somebody's real hand.But then…I thought about the fact that Luca really did all of that for me. Even though he probably enjoyed doing it, a thrill went through me. It was… hot? Sexy? Nice? Yeah… all of those things. But not everyone was fucked in the head like that, I couldn't stomach it.I felt Luca’s hot breath on my neck as we stood on the balcony outside the room. He’d followed me out here after I asked him to get rid of the hand. “So, you don’t appreciate the gift I got you, yeah?” he asked, a hint of teasing in his voice.“I do,” I said softly and honestly. “It’s just that… I’m scared of it. Damn, Luca, that’s somebody’s real, severed hand, cold and fresh in a box. Would you not be shocked if I was totally okay with it, with the background I come from?”Luca placed his hands on the railings, effectively locking me in be
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