Filed to story: No Escape From The Mafia Kings Embrace
“Please? I’ll turn it around this time. It won’t be in vain. Please don’t let me die. I’m your mother”, she pleaded, shamelessly. I knew deep down that she was lying to me. She always is. She never turns her life around. She has been an addict for as long as I can remember. But I also don’t want her to die.
“Are you?”, I asked, crossing my arms over my chest and tilting my head to the side. “Of course I am. I love you, Mara. But, this is the only option left”, she said, feigning sadness. She doesn’t actually care. I know that too. “Just fucking do it, you stupid bitch”, Carl snapped impatiently.
I looked back at Mr. Luca, who’s eyes didn’t seem to stray from me unless Carl spoke harshly. I knew he was a dangerous man, but I didn’t see any hostility in his eyes towards me. He wasn’t bad, just dangerous. A plethora of emotions swirled in his irises, emotions hidden from me right now. I felt an undeniable urge to discover those emotions.
“How do you know I’m a virgin? I am 21-years-old”, I asked, as I looked back at my mom. I was curious because I’ve never discussed anything of the sort with her. My mother chuckled nervously, “Well, you’ve never brought a boy home, so”, she trailed off, suggestively. I tilted my head to the side. “That doesn’t prove anything”, I countered.
“Oh, for god’s sake, we contacted your doctor. Did you think we weren’t already aware that Mr. Luca would come for us? We also already knew he was looking for a bride.This was planned sweetheart.”, Carl chuckled darkly, revealing his and my mother’s big plan all along. “What? That’s confidential information. You can’t just do that. How did you do that?”, I snapped, feeling both violated and betrayed. Carl laughed manically, “Well, we did”, he taunted. I stared at him, projecting the hate and rage I feel for this despicable man.
I looked back at Mr. Luca, who waited patiently for an answer. He tilted his head to the side and inclined it ever so slightly, signaling me to speak. I drew in a deep breath, “Okay. I’ll do it, but on one condition”, I said with a serious tone. Mr. Luca arched an eyebrow and smirked, “And what might that be?”, he asked, his tone heavy.
I leaned down, placing both of my hands on the back of the couch, on either side of his broad shoulders. I brought my lips to his ear, “I want Carl dead. He’s poison for my mother”, I whispered softly, so only he could hear me. Mr. Luca turned his head slightly, brushing his lips across my ear. “Deal”, he uttered.
He swiftly reached out and wrapped an arm around my waist. By the time that he had me seated in his lap, he had his weapon drawn and already released a bullet between Carl’s eyes. The sound of the gunshot echoed in the small home, making my ears ring loudly. I watched as Carl’s body fell lifelessly to the ground.
A blood curdling scream pierced through the ringing. “No! Mara, what have you done?”, my mother screamed, as she actually cried over the death of that scum bag. “I freed you”, I answered simply.
“Go pack a bag. You are coming home with me, now”, Luca whispered in my ear. “But, nothing like this”, he frowned, looking over my outfit and tugging on the hem of my shorts. “Where are you coming from dressed like this anyway?”, he asked, pinning me with his eyes. I looked down at his chest, the two top bottoms were undone on his shirt, revealing a glimpse of his toned chest. “Work”, I whispered softly. What the hell is this guy doing to me?
“Well, you won’t be going back there, so leave your uniforms behind”, he said sternly, as he gently wiped blood from my bottom lip. I nodded slightly, “Can I shower first?”, I asked timidly. Luca grinned and nodded, “Of course. Call for me when you’re done and we will take care of your wounds”, he said softly, his eyes matching his tone.
His instructions threw me for a loop. I’ve never had anyone actually worry about my wounds. Is he being sincere with me? I nodded as I stood from his lap, his hand following my movements as it stayed on my hip until I was fully on my feet.
“How could you, Mara? I loved him”, my mother screeched at me, crying hysterically. I knelt down in front of her and stared into her eyes. “No, you loved the drugs he gave you, the high you felt. But you didn’t love him, and you don’t love me, or you would’ve got sober along time ago”, I uttered coldly, before standing back up.
Even if I didn’t want them too, tears flowed down my cheeks as I made my way to my in-suite bathroom. They flowed during my shower and even as I stepped out and dried off. They still periodically fell, as I wrapped the towel around my body and walked into my room, where Luca sat on my bed waiting for me.
Marabella’s POV
I jumped, slightly startled by his presence. He was as stiff as stone, but his eyes were soft. His eyes raked my body, flooding me with heat. In his hand he held a first-aid kit.
He stood and gestured to the bed. “Sit”, he said, his voice deep with emotion. I nodded as I walked over to the bed and took a seat. My tears still silently fell down my cheeks, as Luca applied ointment to my knees. “Are your tears because of me?”, he asked softly. “Because if they are, I promise to take very good care of you”, he added, looking up at me. I shook my head ‘no’.
Luca stood and wiped the tears from my face. “Why are you crying then, precious?”, he whispered. I broke into sobs and Luca wrapped his arms around me. He held my head to his chest as I gripped his shirt. “She’s never loved me. Why? What did I do wrong?”, I sobbed. “Shh”, Luca cooed, as he stroked my hair. “It’s not you sweetheart. It’s the drugs. It changes people”, he explained softly.
