Lucien smirked at my comment pulling me in by my waist crashing his lips to mine. I smiled against his lips but all too soon he pulled away.
"DIEGO we gotta go" He let out, making both Diego and the little girl look up from their book.
"Answer me María" He ground out losing his patience, He wasn't the only one.I pushed at his chest harshly trying to create some distance between us.Lucien barely moved at my actions, Unaffected he leaned back into me before I heard the click of the Lock.Lucien had locked the door.Why would he lock the door?"What are you doing Lucien?" I asked, growing nervous at his behaviour.This time it was him to ignore me. Taking my hand in his once again he pulled me to his desk, sitting himself down on his chair and pulling me as I sat upon his lap.His silence only put me in unison as He opened the top drawer of his desk.My heart sunk at what I saw in front of me. Inside his draw sat the collar with his name on it. His claim.I jumped to my
Lucien's pov-Pulling María close I wrapped my arms around her securely as She rested her head against my chest.A sigh of relief washing over me as I rested my chin upon her head."I'm sorry princess, I promise I'll do better in controlling my jealousy" I said, placing a kiss on her head.I was telling the truth I needed to do better for María. I'm only hurting her every time my jealous tendencies take over. I don't want to hurt her anymore, i never wanted to hurt her to begin with.I hated to see her cry, I hated to see her hurting. The worst Thing out of all of this, was that lately I was the one to cause her pain.If someone else was to cause her pain or tears I would kill them, No hesitation. So why do I consider it acceptable to do so myself?No matter how hard I try, the monster I truly a
This is why María shouldn't be here when we talk business. She's too kind, Sweet, too innocent for this life."I have a room set up for you and your daughter on the third floor" I paused " As you know no one is usually allowed to step foot on our floor so there will be rules in place That you should follow" I informed him.
María's pov -Looking at my reflection in the mirror I had some time to kill until Lucien got here so I decided to do a little makeup.
Lucien frowned, a grin breaking out upon my lips, amused at his reaction to my teasing."That was uncalled for," He said as a small smirk appeared on his lips."I don't know what you're talking about," I said playfully playing clueless."You'll pay for that princess" He smirked.I giggled as Lucien's arms wrapped around my waist gently pulling me into his chest as he began placing sweet kisses to my neck.I moaned unintentionally at the feel of his lips upon my skin, as he slowly dragged his tongue the length of my neck to my ear.My head was spinning and the butterflies had made an appearance in my stomach.His lips, His tongue they were driving me crazy.I could feel Lucien smirk against my skin before and without a warning he began tickling my waist.I
María's pov-I slowly drifted into consciousness, I felt like I had been hit by a bus.My body was feeling numb and weak. Every muscle in my body ached to the point I wasn't sure if I'd be able to move.Slowly I opened my eyes, squinting at the bright light above me.I was laying on a soft bed in an unknown room.Where am I? Last I remembered I was..and then it clicked, the memory of the last thing I remember dawning on me.OMG Lucien!I shot up into a sitting position, Cradling my head in my hands at the instant pain of a pounding headache consumed me. "I'm glad you're awake." A male voice came from beside me.Glancing to my left, Nicolas was sitting on a chair beside the bed smiling warmly at me."Whe-where
But it wasn't Nicolas on the other side, it was a young man I have never seen before.He was well built with brown eyes and brown hair, A sharp jawline, With tattoos covering his hands and neck right up to his hairline.He looked to be in his late twenties. Maybe twenty seven. Just like Lucien and diego.I was speechless staring back at this man in shock, he had all the same features as Lucien even down to his tattooed covered skin.If I had seen this man from a distance I probably would've thought that he was indeed Lucien. ??♠️♥️♣️♦️♠️♥️♣️♦️??Carlo's Pov.I was stressed to the high heavens, the deal went bad between the Russians and us. I lost thirteen of my men last night, a number I don't take too lightly.I needed
I bent down to the woman on the floor brushing a strand of her hair from her face before resting my hand against her soft cheek.She looked so fragile, so crushed. She seems so Different from the woman I usually see in this business.It was a surprise to me how a woman like her could be related to the Valdès's.She looked to be too innocent to have been born into this life.She didn't look like she belong here, in this world of the mafia but The fact of it was that she was indeed la princesa de la mafia ??♠️♥️♣️♦️♠️♥️♣️♦️??María's POV-His soft hand against the skin of my cheek, I sighed leaning into his touch."Lucien" I breathed at the warm feeling that spread through me.&nb
“Mom” Marcus yelled in panic as my head was lifted from the cold floor. “Get some ice for your mother she hit her head” I heard Lucien, he sounded so close, I could smell him, he smelt just like I remember. “This is your fault asshole” Marcus fired “Or maybe it was your unique way of introducing yourself. SON” Lucien defended. “Maria, can you hear me?” his voice was so close yet so soft like a whisper. I didn’t dare open my eyes, maybe it was a nightmare? If that’s the case than I’m stuck in a dream state. His touch feels so real. I was being a child, hoping that the longer I keep my eyes closed the higher chance of the possibility of it being nothing more than just a dream. “Maria” he called the touch of his fingertips to my skin as he brushed them gently across my brow and along my check. “Fuck, shit! mom?” Marcus’s panic snapped me forward and I flicked my eyes o
Epilogue Eighteen years has passed since you both took your leave. Every day I miss you both. Diego too, when you guys made your leave from this world and I made mine from that hell, I had made the sacrifice to leave him behind. It was a painful sacrifice, but he had the right to choose his own path just like I did mine. I don’t know if you can hear me, maybe its wishful thinking but I pray every day that you watch over him for me. I have had no contact with him or any other from that life in eighteen years, but I did it, I finally got out. I faced those struggles with you all in my mind, through the good times and the bad. Sometimes I let my mind wonder in imagination, with the what ifs and the possibilities of what could have been if you both could spend one more day down here. I know Marcus could use an uncle or aunt to vent too. He takes after his father, so handsome with his dark hair and strong mind but sometimes I feel as though a mother just won’t cut
Maria’s pov- Lucien circled his arms around my waste the warmth of his body against my back was calming as he placed a delicate kiss to my cheek, my eyes closing as his presence soothed me. “Are you ok?” he asked his voice soft and low. I hummed a response, wanting nothing more than to stay in his arms. I was yet again shamelessly avoiding what I came here to do. “We need to talk” I sighed opening my eyes, forcing myself to face reality. “Don’t give me a speech like the one you gave him” Lucien exclaimed, the cool air wrapping around me as he pulled away from me, the loss of his hold no longer keeping me composed. “It is nothing like that” I huffed turning to face him. It sounds crazy to say but this man, this big powerful man in front of me is so God damn emotional it’s unbelievable. “Take a seat please I need to tell you something and I don’t want you to freak out” I nudged his che
Maria’s pov- I was shamelessly killing time to avoid the inevitable confrontation of telling Lucien our news. I didn’t know how he would react, how he would take the news of becoming a father let alone the news that we can leave. He was always so defensive with excuses every time I brought up us leaving the current life that we live. And as for the other thing, I believe being a parent is something he has pictured before but no matter how hard he tries to hide how much that thought scared him I could see it. I have taken a shower and a bath, with a visit to Rocco and Dr Grim in hopes to avoid the conversation I am mere seconds away from having with Lucien, according to Marcel he was in the living area of our floor five minutes ago. I’m praying he is still there because all this walking to avoid the inevitable was killing not just my leg but my whole entire body. “You are not capable of keeping her safe, how many times must she suffer because of your blata
It hurt to think of Diego in pain, of him feeling lost or being lost in any kind of way. That was just not who Diego was, he is all humour, fiery and bright. “I shot myself” I laughed through a sob hoping to relieve some of his pain for even just a moment. “I heard” he strained a chuckle, clearing his throat he pulled back to look at me with his red eyes. They were not as bright anymore, they seemed dull like the brightness of a bulb dying out. “Only you could manage such a thing Angel” he smiled at me, his smile weak but I could tell it was genuine and that’s what I wanted. To see the smiling Diego not the Diego with the reckless look upon his face. “I’m proud of you, your strength is powerful Maria. you took on a fight all on your own and came out still standing” he praised “well standing on a limp leg” he added with a teasing grin. “Shut up, you have a limp leg too” I laughed pus
Maria’s pov- “I am not leaving her in the hands of the likes of you” “The likes of me?” I shot up at the sudden loud crash, my heart racing with panic and dare I say it fear.my body was in pure agony and with my head spinning I could barely focus my eyes. “You can’t keep her safe, none of you can” I whipped my head to the direction of the familiar voice to see Carlos and Lucien in an intense stair down, a mess of broken items at their feet the obvious sign of a tussle. “How I protect my woman is no concern of yours” Lucien fired “That may be but do not make the mistake brother, she is my concern she has been since the night I found her locked in my cousin’s bedroom” I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply in the attempt to calm my beating heart. The crash and the sound of fist to skin that I knew was coming after Carlos’s words echoed around the room. I winced opening my e
Diego’s pov- “Mail whatever is left of the pair to the Trevisani estate” I ordered, wiping my chin on the sleeve of my shirt. “Are you sure that is the message you want to send?” Marcel asked stepping away from the sink he was washing his hands in. “That’s what I said, was it not?” I fired stepping to the now vacant sink. The skin of my hands not visible through the coating of crimson red, fingernails stained with the blood of those animals. “Pack them up and send them off” he ordered to the two men present. “You understand that is a message of war” he said calmly, his eyes burning into the side of my face, like if he looks hard enough, he could read whatever my mind was thinking. “I am aware yes” I clenched my teeth tightly, my eyes focused on the wall in front of me. I don’t think I have felt this much emotion in a very long time. was it anger? pain? I don’t know but it is deafeni
Maria's Pov- Lucien gently tugged at my arms encasing me in his hold with a tight squeeze, pinning me to his chest and leaving no room for me to fight. “I’ve got you” he whispered. “I’ve got you now” he repeated over and over, and I broke into a million pieces as I cried into his chest to thoughts of the night, thoughts of Lorenzo, Aimee and even for some unknown reasons… Vince. A loud pain filled groan pulled me back to my surroundings and I shot away from Lucien’s chest my eyes instantly finding Rocco who was trying to roll his shoulder, the shoulder with the bullet wound. “Get him a doctor” I fired rushing to Rocco’s side, yet again being too caught up in my selfishness that I had let this man bleed for God knows how long while I so selfishly cried a meltdown. “I suppose I’m fired sweetheart” he winced. “Don’t move” I scolded panic stricken as Lucien silently came to my side obser
Maria's POV- “Are you hurt?” he spoke, and I knew he was talking to me, but I couldn’t decipher why he would ask such a question. Was it out of stupidity? Did I look ok? No. Did I look hurt? I sure as hell felt the pain. His eyes darted to Rocco before landing back on me “Is he dead?” he asked, his eyes dipping to the man at my feet. Was his question referring to Rocco or Vince? Either way even a blind man would know someone died in this room by the smell of the blood in the air. “You left me” I spoke, my voice leaving as a croak. He gave the order; I am here because he sent me on this path. “I know, I thought you were safe with Rocco” he said calmly his hands raised in surrender. His eyes for once not portraying his strength. Instead, stormy swirls stared back at me crumbling in an almost panic like as they pleaded with me. It was striking to see something so unusual coming from him I felt