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 POV Marco was now heading out of the room, Raiden glued to his chest like a little koala. “Why does he look so much like you?” Little Raiden's voice called out to Marco. “He’s my brother,” Marco said, his voice a low rumble. “Oh, I didn’t know you had a brother,” he replied, his voice quiet and gripping Marco shirt even tighter and snuggling close to him. Cute. So fucking cute. “Sadly, I do,” Marco said, closing the door behind them with a soft click and immediately Luca laid down on the bed, pulling me closer to him. His arms wrapped around me, holding me tight. He kissed all over my face, showering me with kisses that ranged from light and playful to deep and passionate. I giggled, the sound a joyous echo in the quiet room. “I missed you,” he said, his voice rough with desire. He unbuttoned his shirt, his touch lingering on my skin. Then he stood up, pulling off his pants. He was left in only his briefs, his body a tatted, toned and sculpted masterpiece. I tried, oh
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