Filed to story: No Escape From The Mafia Kings Embrace
He held me for a few moments, until my sobs became hiccups. Luca pulled back and wiped my tear stained face. “Don’t let them see you cry. You will be their Queen. You will only show your weakness to me. Understood?”, his voice was gentle, but demanding. “Yes”, I whispered. “Good girl”, he uttered, placing a soft kiss to my forehead.
He tended to the wounds on my elbows and arm, being careful not to be too rough. I hissed from the burn of alcohol. “I’m sorry, princess.”, he said, pained. I gave him a reassuringly soft smile. He moved to the wound on my lip. “I wish I would’ve tortured those fuckers”, venom laced his deep voice.
I grabbed his hand, that applied ointment to my lip. His movement froze and his eyes met mine. “They are dead. That’s what matters”, my voice was just above a whisper. His stroked my cheek with his thumb. “You are right. Get dressed now. We will leave soon”, he said. I nodded and walked to my dresser.
I grabbed a pair of jeans, long sleeve shirt and underwear set. I went back to my bathroom to get dressed. After getting dressed, I grabbed the personal items from my bathroom that I wanted to take with me. When I stepped out of my bathroom, Luca stood at my bed, packing one of my suitcases.
“I will buy you more clothes”, he mentioned, as he picked up one of my college books. “You are in college?”, he asked with an arched eyebrow. I put my personal items inside my suitcase. “Yes. Will I be able to continue?”, I asked, looking up at him. Luca was staring at me with a complex expression. “Yes, under certain circumstances. Ones that we will discuss tomorrow after you have got some rest.”, he agreed, tossing my book on the bed and walking up to me.
He reached his hand up and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “You look exhausted”, he whispered. I smiled sadly, “Do you live far?”, I asked softly. A wistful grin appeared on Luca’s lips. “No. Only twenty five minutes or so”, he answered in an utter. I nodded slightly and swallowed the lump in my throat. “You promise I can stay in school?”, I asked skeptically, my voice small. Luca cupped my cheeks in his hands. “I promise you can stay in school. However, from now on out, when I make you a promise, know I will keep it. My word is everything to me. And I don’t want you to doubt me.”, he vowed.
“I’m sorry”, I stuttered, shaking my head. “No. You don’t have to be sorry. I understand why you need that reassurance. Which is why I’m giving it to you now.”, he whispered. His eyes scanned my face, taking in all of my features. “Let’s go, princess”, he said softly, taking my hand in his.
Luca took my bag in his other hand and led me down stairs. Where four of the original eight men still stood and my mother, who sat on the couch still sobbing. As we walked toward the couch, my mother looked up at me with hate and disdain swimming in her irises. “This is your fault, Mara. I fucking hate you!”, she screamed at me.
A sharp pain slashed through my chest and caught in my throat. Tears threatened to fall but I stopped them as I remembered what Luca had said. I took a deep breath to steady myself. “Well, I love you. That is why I made the decision I did. Hopefully, one day you will get your shit together and forgive me”, I said. I walked straight passed her and out the front door towards a black SUV.
I staggered as I reached the vehicle door. I felt a warm arm wrap around me as Luca opened the back door. He hoisted me into the vehicle seat and climbed in behind me. His broad arms engulfed me, “It’s safe now, precious. You did good”, he uttered into my hair. And, like he had the tool to break my dam, my tears fell freely. I clutched onto him, as I muffled my cry’s with his broad chest.
Luca’s POV
I held onto Mara as her body racked with sobs. I ran my fingers through her hair then up and down her back. I’m well aware that my right hand man, Cal, can hear her cries. But, Cal is also aware that if he speaks of the events happening in this back seat, I will kill him myself.
Which is why I informed her it was safe. I’m immensely proud of her for holding off until we made it to the car. I thought for sure she would break the second her mother uttered the words ‘I hate you’, because even I felt a pain at her mother’s confession. “Shh, I’ve got you, sweetheart. It’s okay”, I whispered into her ear, trying to calm her down.
I knew she was strong the moment she busted through the living room. When I had said to kill those men earlier, I did not expect her to pull the trigger. The order was for my men, not her. Yet, she pulled that trigger, without thinking twice about it.
I knew then that I needed her as my wife. I had made mention long ago, that I was in search of a wife. However, I did not expect Sherry to so willingly volunteer her daughter’s virtue. I was also surprised that Mara agreed to it. I’m not sure why she did. Whether it was to save her mother’s life or to just escape the life her mother was forcing her live.
Either way, I will treat her like a Queen. I will make sure my men show her the upmost respect. I will demonstrate to her the love and loyalty that she so desperately deserves.She has an affect on me like no other woman has before. Her beauty and touch make my heart rate accelerate and skin tingle.
Her terms for marrying me, surprised me. But, what surprised me the most was how ready I was to kill Carl at her request. Like it controlled me. I wanted to be the one to do it. To prove to her, I would.
Which is different for me, usually my men pull the trigger, unless necessary, or special terms, like someone who has hurt my family. The feeling I had when she requested Carl’s death, was similar to the to the feeling I get when someone has hurt my family. Except it was more.. intense. Like, I didn’t need a reason or to second guess the decision.