Filed to story: No Escape From The Mafia Kings Embrace
Jason’s hand was firm on the back of my neck as he pinned me to the lockers. “You’re my toy, little pet. You can’t talk to other boys, ever”, Jason growled, as he dug the blade of his knife further into my skin. “Please stop”, I cried out. “This will prove you are only mine to play with”, he sneered. I could feel his blade carving my skin like it was a pumpkin. The pain is unbearable, making me cry out in pain.
Luca’s POV
Mara is taking way longer than normal in the restroom. At first, I chalked it up to her being on her period, but now, I’m beginning to worry. I walked to the door and knocked. “Bambina?”, I called out. She didn’t answer, and when I stuck my ear to the door I could hear her whimper. My mind went into overdrive. “Marabella?”, I called out again, wiggling the handle to find it locked.
I took one step back, and planted my foot, firmly and forcefully, next to the handle on the door, sending it flying open. I looked around the room, spotting Mara curled up with her knees in her stomach and her hands covering her head. “Please stop”, she whimpered, through choked tears. “I’m sorry, I won’t talk to anyone anymore. Please stop. It hurts”, she muttered, rocking herself. What the fuck is happening right now?
I rushed to her side, trying to find a way to comfort her. “Mia Bella”, I uttered, softly putting my hand on her back. Mara jumped away from my touch, “No, Jason, please stop”, she cried out. Jason? What the fuck has he done to her to make her have an episode like this?
I moved through her failing arms, a man on a mission. She would know that I am not Jason. My hand wrapped around the back of her neck and I pulled her to me, kissing her deeply. Her fists hit my chest in protest. I grabbed one of her hands and fattened it onto my chest. She slowly began to stop fighting me as I continued to kiss her. I didn’t stop until she was lax against me.
“Luca”, was the only name that fell from her lips when I pulled away. “Yes, piccola. It’s me”, I uttered, wiping her tear-stained cheeks with my thumbs. “I was doing so good. i thought I was past it”, she hiccuped, getting ready to cry again. “What did he do to you, piccola?”, I asked.
Luca’s POV
Mara’s tears got thicker as she pulled away from me. She fumbled, pulling her shirt from her head. I watched in confusion. She turned her back to me, showing the plethora of scars on her lower back. “It was a ‘J'”, she choked out. “I-I”, she stuttered, before falling forward with sobs.
I wrapped my arms around her from behind. Enclosing her with my warmth. “He did that in ninth grade, because he saw me talking to a boy. He said..”, she cried out, rocking us forward. “He said I was his toy”, she finished. I’ll fucking kill him. He is a dead man walking. I held onto Mara, rocking her back and forth. I didn’t say anything, I just held her and allowed her to cry her heart out. “I-I tried to make it go away”, she stuttered. That explains why there are so many lines in her scar.
I heard a gasp from behind me. I turned slightly to see Sandra standing by the bathroom, with her hand over her mouth like she had just been offended. “Get the fuck out”, I hissed through gritted teeth, making Mara tense and try to control her cries. Sandra’s eyes snapped to mine. “I’m sorry, sir. You-“, “Now!”, I cut her off.
Sandra jumped and high-tailed it from my office. Marabella whimpered as she clutched my arms closer to her chest. “Shh, I’ve got you, bambina”, I cooed, circling her so that I could pull her into my lap, and lay her head on my chest. “Is there something wrong with me?”, she sobbed. “No, of course not, piccola”, I said, sternly. “Like I told you earlier. You are a beautiful soul trapped in an ugly world. Ugly people want to stain you. You can’t let them, and I’m here now to help with that”, I said softly, stroking her hair.
After a few minutes, she started to calm down to hiccups. “That’s why I want another tattoo. I want to cover it up”, she mumbled against my shirt. That makes sense. I’m sure every time she sees it in the mirror she is reminded of that day. “What did you have in mind?”, I asked, stroking the scars on her lower back. “I’ll show you”, she uttered, trying to stand from my lap.
“Wait, where are you going?”, I asked, keeping her planted on my legs. “To get my drawing”, she pouted, pointing toward my office. I scooped her up in my arms and stood up. “Then we will go together”, I said, walking back to the sofa in my office. Mara wrapped her arms around my neck and rested her head on my shoulder.
I sat her on the sofa and walked to the small closet I have for emergencies. I grabbed a black dress shirt and walked back to Mara. I helped her slide the sleeves onto her arms and then started buttoning it up for her. “Luca, I can do it”, she said softly, trying to take over. “I know you can, piccola. But please let me”, I uttered. Mara looked over my face. I’m not sure what she was looking for but she nodded, allowing me to button the shirt up for her.
Mara’s eyes followed my fingers, not missing a movement from them. “Why do you have a change of clothes at work?”, she mumbled, keeping her eyes on my hands. “In case I spill coffee or something on my clothes. It happens more often than you would think”, I answered. “Oh, makes sense”, she muttered.
I stroked her necklace, once I was done buttoning the shirt. “I promise you, piccola, you are the only woman in my life”, I reassured her, knowing what was going through her head. She nodded as she grabbed a folder from her bag and started sifting through it. I grasped her chin and made her look at me. “Tell me that you believe me, piccola”, I muttered.
“I believe you, Luca”, she said with a half smile. Her eyes hid so many demons in them, making my heart ache. “You are my queen, piccola. You will have my unyielding devotion. Just like I expect yours”, I said, keeping her attention on me. It was as if her eyes opened up, allowing me to read her emotions and her soul. So many swirled around; grief, pain, sadness, but the one that stood out, did so when she spoke. “You don’t have to ever worry about that, Luca. I don’t normally like people. But, I like you”, she smiled. My baby girl is being honest with me.
