Cross The Line

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ISABELLA'S POV.

He tensed up; his hands trembled as they got loose off the grip i had on.

His gaze flickered, an unnamed emotion in them, his eyes bulging out, almost falling out of their sockets. He  was stunned, and I could see that was an abstract I never imagined he could have. 

Just then, I see it too.Of course. Tall, blonde, and oozing confidence. Just his type. And the perfect reason to ignore me.

Yet I brushed it aside, shoving the thoughts down, an irritated  feeling coursed through me, my eyes on his, anger eating up my senses; he fucked me out.

He had a thing for blonde hairs? And why was she smiling so brightly?.

But to my surprise, she wrapped her arms over his neck, close enough to him that I had dug my fingers into my palm, trying hard not to yank her by the hair.

“I missed you, Luca,” she said, the words flirty and the evident yearning look in her eyes embarrassing me on her behalf.

What was she bloody doing?. Seducing a married man in broad daylight?.

“It's been too long, Luca; you look different, more ruthless…but no less captivating,“ she asserted, once again openly passing a hit at him, both had held each other's gaze for a while, lost in their own world, and it had taken just the split of a for me to fit in the puzzles.

They are lovers, both of them, and he seemed to be the smitten one, judging from his shaky hands, batting eyelashes, and stuttered words. 

The bloody bastard, a ruthless killer who had threatened to push me off a risk or have my brother's head on a platter was fidgeting for a woman 

“You... How long have you been around?” The bastard proceeded to ask, probably oblivious to my presence, or perhaps there was some other push and pull game of his, 

I could ignore him, but then this thuggin irritated feeling gnawing at my senses bothered me; it was outright ruining my sanity. And every last urge in me not to yank her by the arm and speak some self-respect into her seems to be gradually diminishing.

“I didn't realise this was a reunion; should I have brought a violin for nostalgia?” I asked my tongue rolled the word faster than I could think

But I had done it now, and there wasn't any taking it back, so I bit against my cheeks, but I hadn't missed the amused look and wide eyes on Luca's hearing my remark.

Finally, Miss Goody Fucking Two-Bloody-Shoed turned her a glance at me as if I was some sort of parasite.

“You must be the new Mrs. Ricci.” She slurred, still passing condescendingly, looking at me. “Luca always did have certain curiosities with complicated things,“ she mocked, her voice laced with sarcasm, drawing attention towards us now.

“Well, rather more complicated than disposable, don't you think? After all, it seems just like you know better than doing this right now.”

Once again, I had spoken too soon, too fast for my brain to register; my senses were going numb, and I could barely handle the thrill stretched on Lucas's face. 

I knew it already; the bastard was getting ideas.

“Well, I'll leave you two to whatever catching up you both have to do.” I retorted with a snort, inserting an eye roll long enough that they had both seen.

“One piece of advice?”  Alessia asked. I pointed to her to throw her head forward as if to whisper them out to me.

She is a bloody nosy fuck; of course I couldn't give two fucks about advice, but she wasn't giving me any chance to ignore either.

“Luca isn't the type to stay stuck on one thing or person; I bet he'd get bored of you easily, so my best advice is to enjoy being a Ricci while it lasts; the name is better than a moretti.” she whispered 

Her words were venomous, burnt through me; I felt rage like no other. She would play second fiddle all she wanted to try as hard as she could to make me jealous, but soiling my family name was above the line. 

I passed a disdainful, curt glance at him. He had seen how I was, but he had nothing to say, staring at Me with utmost nonchalance. 

I stormed off, ignoring whatever drama it was that was left behind. I walked hard and fast away from the hall of the event, out towards the gardens; only when I believed I was out of sight did I let out a loud yell.

It was my father's fault, he brought this to me, and as for Luca. He was a heartless, soulless bastard! He had caused this; why am I playing make-believe wife to some enemy?.

He didn't love or want me; heck, he tried to kill me. And here I was smiling at him. Face all puffy because of matteo's safety

“Still here!” his daunting voice called out, earning a scoff from me 

“It's a shame; I thought you'd be halfway across the estate planning some embarrassing escape right now,” he asserted, smirking wider as he leaned closer to me.

“Done making a fool of  me? Good to know you have no self-respect; the entire world now knows that the high and mighty Luca can't keep his dick in his pants and goes ogling after past relationships.” I murmured, snapping at him, my words laced with mockery and sarcasm. 

“Jealousy much?” He asked, tilting his head in my direction.

“Shameless much?” I asked with a tease, but I'm quick to regret my words seeing the smile on his face morph into something deeper, darker.

“You shouldn't be jealous of anything, Isabella; I'm all yours,” he grumbled in a low, menacing voice, his eyes flickering with mischief. 

Before my head wrapped around his acrion, his arm wrapped around my waist, the second one around my head, his lips pressed mine as he kissed me, sucking on my lips, like his life depended the fuck on it.