Filed to story: No Escape From The Mafia Kings Embrace
I wanted to protest, but at the same time, my stomach twisted at his tone and words. Also, I wanted to shower before tonight. I nodded, agreeing that I would go back to the house. “Good girl”, Luca uttered, placing a soft kiss on my lips. Luca gestured for Rex to take me home, when he came up the stairs. I followed Rex out to his car.
I jumped in the front seat, making Rex panic slightly and shake his head. “What Rex? It’s right the fuck there. Get in, let’s go”, I said. Rex shook his head again, then his body was being moved out of the way by an extremely upset Luca. “I don’t think so”, Luca grunted, pulling me from the car by my bicep. “Luca, what the hell is the issue?’, I asked, a little bit upset by his reaction.
“The issue is, the only person you ride in the front seat with is me. Anyone else? They are your chauffeur, you ride in the back seat”, Luca growled. He opened the backdoor of the car. “That is MY rule for you, piccola. Get in”, he said deeply. I grumbled under my breath as I climbed into the backseat. Luca grabbed the seatbelt to strap me in. “You can be prissy all you want, as long as you do what I told you too”, Luca muttered.
When he leaned back in to kiss me, I accepted his kiss. Why? Because even if I’m angry or upset, I’m not going to pass up an opportunity to kiss my husband. I never know when the fuck I might lose him. Luca closed my door and patted the roof, signaling for Rex to drive.
As we drove away, I turned in my seat to see Luca stand on the sidewalk, watching us until we were no longer in sight. I turned back around in my seat with a frown, guilt and frustration filling me. I immediately pulled out my phone to text Luca before he got started.
M: Why was it such a big deal, Luca? It’s bothering me.
Luca’s reply was almost instant.
L: You are MY passenger princess. No one elses, little one. That’s why
I sat there for a second processing what he said. That is actually really freaking sweet. My heart filled with admiration for the man.
M: Aww, that’s so sweet. I’ll see you when you get home. Please be safe
L: I will bambina. Pick the best dress for me, piccola. I want to drool over you tonight. 😉
My face turned a crimson red. The car pulled to a stop at the front of the main house. I quickly replied to Luca before exiting the vehicle.
M: I will 😉
Marabella’s POV
Luca’s mother was already walking down the walkway to meet me, before I could get out of the car. “Bella, Bella”, she called. “Ma, just know that you are the only person allowed to call me that”, I grinned. Ma smiled wide, as she grabbed my hand and started to pull me inside. “It’s time to get dressed. Everyone is already waiting for you”, she announced cheerily. “Ma, I don’t need help getting ready”, I chuckled, trying to passively approach the situation. “Nonsense, you are the Queen, might as well be treated like one”, Ma replied, waving it off as no big deal.
But, the thing is, it is a big deal, for me at least. I really don’t want a stampede of people seeing me naked, and taking note of my scars. It has taken a lot out of me, just to show Luca as much of my body as I have. I can’t show a bunch of cackling women. They will go tell everyone they know. Then horrible twisted rumors will spread about me (like they did in junior high), and even worse, they could involve Luca this time. That’s the very last thing my husband needs.
“No, really, Ma. I don’t want any help. I can do this on my own, please”, I said, my voice was stale, and I tried to hold it steady. Ma turned and looked closely at me. She took a deep breath and sighed. “As you wish, you are Queen after all”, she said with a smile, though you could tell it was not whole-heartily. I blew out a breath of relief, “Thank you”, I sighed. “The dress the selections are in your room”, she muttered, as she continued walking forward to the kitchen, when I needed to go up the stairs.
I feel really bad, I do. I know that I hurt Ma’s feelings, but I can’t let her son get wrapped up in twisted rumors about me. That’s not fair to him. And one day I’ll have the courage to show her the damage that has been afflicted upon my body. I will have the courage to be able to stand through her worries and frets that I know she will express. But, it won’t be today in front of God’s knows how many other girls.
