LUCA Her face flushed over my words and her lip gets trapped between her teeth again, a sign that she's nervous. I'd been drinking after I'd claimed her sweet innocence, because taking a shower didn't seem to help with the right feeling burning away at my chest, feeling agitated with myself that I'd liked it a little too much than I should have. I liked it a lot, the feeling of her tight, warm, wet cunt wrapped around my steel hard cock. I'd liked the sex with her far too much and it had pissed me off how much control I'd given up to her. It made it worse that she was completely oblivious; so naive and innocent about the power she held. I refused to give that up. I was a man that was always in control. I retained a cool mainframe even in the most high-rise of the moment. Because that's what it took to command a mafia empire. But in less than twenty-five hours, my little bird seemed to be creating a crack in my fortress, digging her nails through it. So I found myself in the kitche
LUCA My feet clacks against the cold, hard surface of my warehouse as I step into it. I had received a message this morning from Enzo, my second-in-command about the fuckers who had grown some balls to steal from me. The very ones whom I had to punish Fenir for letting them get the better of him. Enzo was diligent and always gets the job done whenever need be. He was as reliable and as strong as my backbone. Gabe and Miko followed swiftly behind me as I meet Enzo halfway across. He wore his usual poker face as he acknowledges my presence. “Where?” I injected as I walk past him and he follows right up, behind me. “In the cellar, chained to the wall, boss.” I nod in appreciation and take the corner and head down the path leading to the torture room. When the guard sights me, he straightens up before muttering a greeting. I take the chance to let myself into the room and the nostalgic smell of sweat, blood and agony floods me. The clattering sound of chains catches my attention and
ELIANA It's been roughly a week since I've been here and I've had more tranquillity than I've had at the orphanage. I'm not sure how I feel about that. In a strange way, I feel safe, in this place, in his arms even though our relationship is merely sexual, I don't feel like a prisoner at all. I'm free to eat what I want, wear what I want, do what I want, even though there's not much to do. And I mostly spend time in the den, reading, letting the world fall away. Or I'm in my bedroom or in the garden, drawing. It had the best scenery so I come here more often, it's somehow become my favourite spot in this humongous house. It was so peaceful out here and sometimes the calm scenery made me fall asleep and when I wake up I'm always back in my room. I always thought one of the guards carried me back to my room, I always had one stationed with me but then I found out that it wasn't any of the guards that'd been bringing me back but Luca. And deep down, I always felt a warm sensation cou
LUCA Nobody touches what is fucking mine. That is my number one rule if you want to stay alive yet Makki seemed extremely brave today and broke that law. The fact that he broke that rule meant he challenged my authority and I was going to remind him what happens to those who try to take from me without my consent. His death would be fucking swift. When he hears my voice he jumps, landing on his ass and his head snaps up. His green eyes wide with fear, like a hungry child caught stealing food. Because he was about to eat of that fruit which he shouldn't have fucking touched. “B–B–B–Boss! Hold on— it's not w–what you t–think! I wasn't trying t–to do anything— I swear!” “Oh yeah? Please, do enlighten me on that Makki. Did I suddenly go fucking blind?” “N–No sir!” “Then what? Because I'm sure I just fucking caught you trying to fuck my woman.” My voices slithers with deep malice and I tug out my gun, pointing it to his face. “Are you trying to call me a fucking liar?” Makki’s han
ELIANA It's the middle of the night when I feel my body being pulled against the bed and a scream erupts from my mouth as strong hands pin my hands above my head, pinning me down. Hands come over my mouth and muffles my scream. “Be quiet, little bird.” My eyes flew open and I became still at the sound of his voice. I nod after a moment and he pulls his hand from my mouth, my breathing heavy as my heart thumped against my chest. “Lu–Luca… what's—” I don't get the chance to complete my words when his mouth came down on me, claiming mine and I give in, melting on impulse into his touch. But I wince from how bitter his mouth taste, tasting the alcohol from his mouth. I don't know how much he had but he's been drinking. I had dinner in the kitchen with Esme to keep me company. She was a sweet middle aged woman with a warm smile and a gentle but firm touch. She told me she's been with Luca's family since he was a teenager and I wondered what he'd been like then. Luca didn't come back
LUCA I thought I'd find my answer when I walked into her room and fucked her but all I found was even more shocking than that. My stupid heart, one that I didn't know had regrown, clenched like a sore motherfucker when I looked up at her face. I didn't find my answer, just the hurtful look of the very person I should have protected. Tears stained her face as she shivered against the duvet she'd wrapped around her body. “That wasn't a reward… that was a punishment.” Her voice was croaky and she sniffles. I reach out to her her and she jumps back, fear trapped in her gaze, edging near the bed’s end. The haze over my head washes away slowly and I felt an overwhelming pressure in my chest. I inch closer to her, “Angel—” “No! Don't touch me! I hate you.” Three words, she muttered softly, compared to her screams for me to stay away from her, carried so much venom and hurt, it cuts through me in a sharp pang. Her blue-grey eyes filled with hate and hurt, one fueled by betrayal. I'
LUCA “What the hell happened?” I directed my question to my clubhouse manager, Carlos, one of the few that I owned in the city and I watched him under the glaze of the neon lights in the room. We stood over the lifeless body of a young woman. She wouldn't be more than twenty five years old. Carlos trembled under my gaze, rubbing his palm against the other as he tried not to show much of his fear. “I–I’m not exactly sure how to explain this sir… she seemed to have consumed something strong and it knocked her up.” I scrunch my eyebrows, staring down at the woman before I turned them back to look at my manager. “I’m not sure I fully understand what you mean Carlos.” I say, biting out his name and he flinches at the stern tone of my voice, rubbing his hands furiously now. He avoids my gaze, looking everywhere but at me. “Well… you see… someone spiked her drink.” “Yes, so I've been informed.” The incident had caused a scene and striked panic within the customers. Everyone bursted
LUCA “Nothing.” “Bullcrap, Luca. What the fuck did you do to her? She's obviously mad at you.” I tsk-ed and Enzo watches me with a pointed look. It's been two days since I roughly fucked her that night because I was ravaged by anger and frustration at what she was making me feel. I was mad because I realised how much I've come to crave her body on mine. I was angry because my best friend might be right and I was— I wasn't going to admit that. I wouldn't. I couldn't. But I'd hurt her when I promised to protect her, I'd become the very people we despised and I'd made her cry. The memory of her face was an image that haunted my mind. This burning feeling in my chest whenever I thought about her or held her body close to mine. I sigh, rubbing my temple. “I fucked her.” I blurted and looked up at Enzo through the rear. His eyes are on the road but I catch the moment where he glimpses at me. “Err, if I'm not mistaken campeón, isn't that what you guys do?” A sudden ache hits me and