Filed to story: No Escape From The Mafia Kings Embrace
“What?”, Luca asked, with vexation. His hands gripped the back of my chair so hard, that I could hear the wood cracking behind my head. “We thought maybe he snuck off with Raven. You know, the girl he likes. But, after two hours, I called her and she said he was never with her”, Carlo added. “Two hours?”, Luca asked, irritated.
“Trey is working on finding his last known location. The point is, we need to find him”, Sergio cut in. “Luca, go find my baby boy”, Luca’s ma said, I can’t lose him too”, she added with tears in her throat. “I know, ma. I’ll find him”, Luca said, with fury. “Eat your dinner, bambina. I’ll be back before you know it”, Luca said, placing a chaste kiss on my lips, before walking out of the dining room, Sergio and Carlo following closely behind.
I could feel the tension in the air. Luca is about to snap and if he finds his brother in a bad condition… or worse, he will go off the deep end. And, there’s no telling what could happen then. I jumped up from the table and ran to the hall. “Luca, wait”, I called out. Luca turned around, his brothers also stopped for a second.
Once they saw that I was still running toward Luca, Sergio waved at Carlo for them to continue walking. I launched myself into Luca’s arms, immediately being caught. “Please be safe”, I whispered, with my head buried in his neck. “I will, piccola”, he uttered. “And please try to keep a level head. You don’t know what you are walking into, and right now you are angry. Anger will cloud your judgement”, I said, cautiously. Luca was silent as he breathed me in.
“I can feel your anger, Luca. You are about to snap. What can I do to help you?”, I asked, gently. Luca pushed me up against the hallway wall. His lips roughly connected with my neck. When a surprised, but pleasure filled gasp left my lips, I felt some of the tension leave his shoulders.
I laced my fingers into his hair, as his hand grasped my ribcage, right below my breast. His lips found mine. His kiss was aggressive, but I could feel his anger diminishing with each rough pass of his tongue against mine. When he pulled away, we were both breathless. Luca’s lips were puffy and I could feel mine were, too.
“Thank you, baby girl”, he whispered, his eyes glancing down at my lips. “You are right. I feel better now, and can think more clearly. Go eat your dinner, piccola. I’ll be home soon”, Luca said, as he set me down on my feet. “Yes sir”, I muttered, as I turned and walked back towards the dining room. “Marabella”, Luca called out. I turned and looked at him expectantly. “We still have a game to play when I get home”, he purred, winking at me. I blushed feverishly and swallowed hard. I continued walking back to the dining room, feeling Luca’s eyes on me the whole way.
Luca’s ma sat at the table with a distressed look on her face. “Hey, ma. It’s going to be okay. Let’s eat our food. None of your boys would want you to go without”, I said, grabbing my plate and sitting next to her. Ma reached out and grabbed my hand. “I’m glad you are here, mia figlia (my daughter)”, she smiled.
I smiled in return, and we started eating the chicken riggotto that she made. “This is very good”, I complimented. “Thank you. This is actually my favorite dish”, she said. “Well, it’s mine now too”, I said, making her chuckle. “How’s school?”, she asked. “It’s good. I have a lot of work to do over the weekend, but it’ll eventually be worth it”, i explained. “Yes it will”, she agreed with a grin.
“How about after dinner, we sit down together and start working on the plans for your herb garden?”, I suggested. “That’s a marvelous idea. It’ll really help me keep my mind off of what’s going on”, she said hopefully.
Luca’s POV
“This is the last place Trey could trace him to”, Sergio said, as we walked around an empty warehouse. I combed the area, looking for any sign of Marco. I’m extremely grateful that Mara was able to subdue my anger, because if she hadn’t, I would have already lost my shit by now. Marco is obviously no longer here.
As I walked into the last room, I noticed an empty chair in the middle of the room. Small puddles of blood surrounded the chair. My blood ran cold when I noticed the message written on the wall, in what I assume was my brother’s blood.
‘121 Pine Hollow. Come get him’
“Sergio, gather the men. We leave at once”, I commanded venomously. “Yes, boss”, Sergio growled, as he walked out. I crouched down and touched the blood. It was still wet, telling me it was fresh. “Let’s go”, I ordered gruffly, as I turned and exited the building. Carlo had already entered the address into the GPS, before I even had the car in gear. I tore out of the parking lot, burning rubber the whole way.
“The soldatos will meet us there”, Sergio said, from the back seat. The GPS said forty-five minutes away, but I made it in twenty. When I pulled in, six other cars pulled in too. My soldatos. I studied the log cabin, surrounded by mountains. The wind whistled through the tree tops, yet there was no sound or movement coming from the cabin.
My men and I unloaded and strapped down. “Satellites show at least eleven bodies”, Trey said, standing at the back of my car. “That shouldn’t be a prob-“, Carlo’s words were cut off by rapid gun fire. Everyone ducked for cover, but I noticed that, at a minimum, five of my soldato’s fell to their demise immediately.
I maneuvered around so that I could return fire. My men followed suit. We were able to take out four men, before they had to reload. “Move in”, I commanded, leading the way up to the front door. I motioned for half of my men to fan out around the cabin, blocking off the exits.
