LUCIANO

LUCIANO'S POV

Doctor Johnson told me the girl's health was better than last night and that she recovered pretty fast. There is an ointment he gave me to apply on her bruises to heal them faster.

After Johnson left, I decided to see her myself. I went into the room only to find Laila, my cook and only female servant. She does most chores inside the house alone. I was going to ask her where the girl was, when the door to the bathroom suddenly opened revealing her cute scarred face and petite figure wrapped in a towel that was barely covering her.

She gasped as soon as her gaze landed on mine, like a teenage boy, I felt my heart fluttering. Her gaze was fixed intently on me, I could already tell that she didn't recognize me, of course she was quick to leave after that night.

My gaze lingered on her lips, her cleavage and her thighs, and she instantly crossed her feet, and lowered her head. My mind raced wildly with evil thoughts, as I stepped closer and closer to her, I placed my finger under her chin and brought her face up, my gaze staring into her clear large eyes, that screams of nervousness.

I used my thumb to trace her small, succulent and ruby lips, she stilled, with my gaze still glued to hers I touched her bare and smooth shoulders, then her collarbone, restraining a groan from escaping my throat. I leaned closer and closer. If I were to move again, our lips would collide. Although the urge to claim those cute lips was strong, I had to resist.

I cupped her jaw and she closed her eyes, as if anticipating something, I stared at her face for a while, and chuckled, pushing myself away from her.

Like Johnson had said, she looked better than last night, except for the faded pink marks on her face and neck. Sure, Carlos and his men are going to pay for that, no one will dare to lay a finger on her again, not when I now have her close to me and under my protection.

I left the room after instructing Layla on what to do. I need to make sure Carlos and his men are well taken care of.

Just like the first night I saved her, if I hadn't arrived on time again, I sure would have lost her. Carlos thinks he's wise and smart, but couldn't even detect a tracker, his men are dumb just like him.

After i found out my pookie, yes, this name suits her antics. After I found out she was being kidnapped and it was done by Carlos and his men, I know how ruthless they could be when it comes to a case related to the emperor and if I were to waste a lot of time, I'm sure they really would make her life unbearable. I couldn't let that happen, not to her.

I had to move fast and the only way was to distract them. I had my men distract them by starting a fight and when I was sure Carlos was out with his close men, I entered their base, only to find my pookie on the cold floor, her body coiled up into a ball. My blood boiled with anger, making a mental note to give Carlos a little taste of what my anger feels like. I carried her up from there, her slurring murmur, an evidence that she's been tortured cruelly.

I trust Jeff and my men to handle themselves, with that I left with her in my car and called Johnson right away to come check her up. I can't take her to the hospital, not when that dick of doctor is scared of me and always makes a mess.

After I left the room, I returned to my study, picking up the file Jeff had dropped earlier. I had told him to get all the details about my pookie and here it is. I studied it and felt something was off about it, the orphanage where she was adopted. I shrugged, running my fingers on the bold letters where her name was written - Nadia Angelo. “Nadia” I hummed, loving how it felt on my lips.