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
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,
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,
Luca's POV From the corner of my eye, I saw Ricardo talking to Lena, and they were heading out. I knew Ricardo was up to no good. I felt Marco’s hand on my shoulder, and I turned to him. “You should go after your girl before he falls in love with her too and you blow off and pull a trigger on him,” Marco said, a smug smirk on his face, clearly trying to irritate me. I wanted to wipe that smirk off his face so badly, but I held back. I was going to be a better man- for Lena. “I’m sorry for what I said and how I acted earlier,” I said, my tone calm and measured. Marco looked taken aback for a moment, his smirk faltering, before regaining his composure. I stuck my tongue out at him in my head. Yeah, Marco. Take that, I'm grown now. He straightened his suit, facing me fully. “Are you not going out today?” “No, I want to spend the day with Lena.” “Well, I’m sorry too – I didn’t mea–” “I know.” “Fucking let me finish,” Marco said, his voice laced with annoyance. “I didn’t mean
Luca's POV I moved to the car where Dmitri was sitting, his face pale and drawn. I entered the back seat and slid beside him. “Turn on the back lights,” I said to the driver, Matteo. He complied, the soft glow illuminating Dmitri’s face. I looked into his eyes, and even though he tried to hide it, I could see the fear simmering beneath the surface. He had a tough exterior, but under it all, he was just a broken man. And when his gaze met mine, he saw it – the reflection of his own brokenness in my eyes, that I was willing to show. I smirked at him, relishing the fear I saw etched on his face. He should’ve known better than to mess with me. “Dmitri, if you fuck this up, you know how bad it can get?,” I said, my voice low and dangerous. He tried to maintain his composure, but his eyes darted around nervously. He was a fish out of water, trying to appear menacing but failing miserably. I could see the fear dancing in his eyes, a pathetic attempt to appear tough. “It’s a question,
Lena's POV“Thank you baby, I love you,” Sarah said, chuckling as she ruffled her son’s hair. “Mum, I'm not a baby, stop,” he said, pouting. He was so cute, so ridiculously cute, it almost hurt. “Sarah, I’m sorry,” I finally voiced out, the words a clumsy attempt to express the jumble of emotions that swirled within me. She looked at me, a small smile playing on her lips. "It's fine," she said, nodding. "I'm okay."“Yeah,” “Um… where is um… the… underboss?” she asked, the question tumbling out, a little awkward, a little hesitant. What's wrong?“You mean Marco?,” “Yeah,” I nodded. “He’s not around. He and Luca went to LA, but they should be back by tomorrow.” "Oh, okay," she said, her eyes searching and looking out if place. "Any issues?"“No, not really… um, he uh… he’s kind of a problem sometimes,” she said, gesturing towards the little boy. He hit her on the thigh, screaming “Mom!” Sarah chuckled, ruffling his hair. “I’m sorry, sweetie,” she said soothingly. “He not fon
Lena's POVAs I sat there, staring out the window, lost in thought, my heart skipped a beat. I saw someone who looked eerily like Luca. My pulse quickened, and I quickly looked away, trying to convince myself it was just a trick of the light. But the pull was too strong, and I looked back, and there he was. It was actually him.He looked...disheveled, definitely not the put-together man I was used to. His hair was slightly messy, his eyes seemed tired, but he still managed to pull off the look. He was putting on a long brown coat, the collar turned up against the cold, and he had a cap pulled low over his head. Of course, he was still in a tailored suit. He lit a cigarette and stood, his back leaning against his car, his left leg crossed over his right as he took a puff of smoke. He looked like he was waiting for someone.A jolt of pain and joy flooded through me simultaneously. Was this a ghost? I tapped Marco's hand frantically, my heart pounding in my chest. “Is that Luca?”“I gues
Lena's POVIt had been two weeks since I last saw Luca, and I was officially losing my mind. Fuck that – I was already crazy. Sleep was a luxury I couldn't afford no matter how hard I worked for it. The days blurred into a monotonous cycle of staring at the ceiling, replaying our last conversation, every moment, every look I'd shared with him and trying not to think about him. It wasn’t working. At all.A loud knock on my bedroom door startled me, snapping me out of my self-imposed trance. I dragged myself towards it, my reflection in the large bedroom mirror confirming my worst fears – I looked like I'd been dragged through a hedge backwards."You look like a fucking old witch, man," Marco said, his face contorted in disgust as he stood in the doorway. "I've been asking you for the longest time where Luca is, but you don't want to tell me. I know you know where he is. You just don't want to talk." He shook his head, a mixture of irritation and concern in his eyes.He then wrapped hi
Lena's POV"It's not really much between me and Marco. He is my boss, like usual, and I work for him. That's it, that's all," Sarah said, her tone deliberately casual."Sarah, you're not going to sit here and lie to me, definitely not," I said, my voice firm. "I saw the look in your eyes when you were around Marco yesterday. I saw the look in both your stupid eyes. You and him.""Marco and I," Sarah conceded. "Okay." She took a deep breath and continued. "If you may put it that way, you can say I'm... I'm in love with him as well."My eyes widened slightly, surprised by her candid confession."I was dead broke about six, seven years ago, and I got fired from my job as a nurse in a government hospital because of him," she continued, a hint of bitterness creeping into her voice. "I started working as a cleaner in a restaurant – well, actually, one of his restaurants. He saw and recognized me, asked me what happened, and I told him. He offered me a job as the nurse in his mafia. I was sc
Lena's POVThe sunrise crept into my room, a cruel reminder that another day had begun. Yesterday's curtains remained open, a testament to my chaotic state of mind. Sleep had been elusive; my brain relentlessly replaying the events of the past few hours. Luca… he didn't love me. Fuck no. I shook my head, wiping away at the tears that dared to spill. I'm not crying. Not today.After a while, I dragged myself out of bed and headed to the bathroom. The cool water on my face was a small comfort. The shower, hot and steamy, washed away the lingering residue of the night's turmoil. Once I was clean and dry, I indulged in a little skincare routine – a small act of self-care in the midst of the chaos. I slipped into a comfy baggy shirt and shorts and made my way downstairs.It was early, the kitchen clock read 6:40 AM. The house was still quiet. I perched on the kitchen counter, gazing out the massive window overlooking the garden. The trees were vibrant green, the flowers a riot of baby pin
Lena's POV I stirred, the car a stifling cage. I was almost attached to the door handle, the urge to escape overwhelming. I couldn’t bring myself to be near Luca. He’d rejected me. Outright rejected me. And here I was, thinking he felt the same way I did. I was in love with him. Completely, utterly, hopelessly in love. And it felt like my heart had been ripped out and stomped on. The pain was sharp, a physical wound in my chest. Why did he do all those things, say all those things, make me feel the way he did, if he knew he didn't feel it too?The ride was agonizingly long. My tears eventually subsided, replaced by a dull ache, a cold dread settling in my chest. Fuck. How could he say those things and not even apologize? Maybe he meant it. Yes, he definitely meant it. Luca never lied; he only ever said what he meant. The realization hit me like another wave of grief. If he said he didn't love me, then it was true.Finally, we arrived at the house. Luca got out of the car and sla
Lena's POVMy heart stuttered, my words hanging in the air like a broken promise. The look on Luca’s face had shifted from disbelief and delight to something far more unsettling. His features were now hardened, his eyes cold and distant. The hand that had rested on my thigh was abruptly withdrawn, leaving a chill in its wake. He turned towards me, and the expression on his face was impassive, a mask of indifference that sent shivers down my spine. “What did you just say?” he asked, his tone hard and commanding, yet strangely calm. “I-I…” I stammered, my voice catching in my throat. Why?“Lena,” he said, his voice a low growl, and I felt a wave of panic wash over me. I took a deep breath, trying to regain my composure. “I said, I love you,” I rushed out, the words feeling clumsy and inadequate in the face of his chilling silence. “Mmm. Excuse me,” Luca murmured, a flicker of something—anger? Confusion?—crossing his features before disappearing as quickly as it had appeared. Withou
Lena's POVThe restaurant was a dream. The walls were a swirling masterpiece of a painted dark blue or black- it was hard to tell, dark gold streaks weaving through the dark colour. Soft, warm light bathed the space, creating an intimate glow that danced on the intricately carved furniture. A gentle melody drifted from somewhere, adding to the atmosphere of refined elegance. In the center of the grand space, a water fountain shimmered, its cascading water echoing the graceful movement of the woman sculpted at its heart. She was an ethereal figure, frozen in a timeless pose, her mouth forever releasing a stream of water, a mesmerizing spectacle that felt ripped from a classic 30s film.Luca pulled back my chair with a flourish, a gesture so smooth and natural that I felt a blush creep up my cheeks. "You like it?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with anticipation. "Mmhmm. It looks so good," I murmured, settling into the plush velvet seat. Luca took the seat across from me, his smile as
Lena's POVI looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like a ghost. My eyeliner and mascara were smudged, a testament to my tears, brought on by Luca's dick. I was a mess, but I was also so incredibly turned on. Luca cleaned me up, and we both returned to the room. I reapplied my eyeliner and mascara, my hand steady now. Luca zipped up my dress for me, teasing me as he did so. The dress was so fucking beautiful, it complimented my body perfectly. The low neckline made my breasts almost spill out, and Luca's gaze kept shifting from my face to my chest, his eyes burning with desire. I met his gaze, my own eyes filled with a playful challenge. I stepped into the YSL shoes he had bought me with the dress, but my legs weren't steady. "Babe?" I asked, my voice a little shaky. "Hmm," Luca responded, fixing his suit. He didn't look at me. "I don't know if I can come. I can't walk in these shoes. My legs are weak," I said, my voice a little shaky. "Lena, I'm not cancelling my first date w
Lena's POVI watched as Sarah and Marco walked out of the house, Sarah emerging from the office a few minutes after Marco. It was just me, Luca, and Raiden now and in my opinion Raiden and Luca were having a good time, actually. "Where do you think they went?" Raiden asked Luca, as they sat on the couch. "I don't know. Probably to talk," Luca replied, his voice casual. "Talk about what?" Raiden pressed, his curiosity insatiable. "Adult talk," Luca said with a smirk. "You wanna know?" I knew exactly what was going through his head and shot him a glare, but the smile on my face remained. There was a permanent smile on my face ever since Raiden finished his food and ran to Luca, who was sitting on the couch with his phone, probably dealing with company issues and stuff. Raiden was all over Luca, and Luca, from the look of it, wasn't quite sure what to do. It seemed as though he didn't like children, or maybe he didn't want to be disturbed, or maybe he just didn't know how to handle