13. MESSY STUFF.

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• Taming The Beast: His Ruthless Desire   55. A New House.

  Luca's Pov He always had that disgusting smile on his face when it was over. It lasted only a few seconds before being replaced by anger. Anger at me for crying. Anger at me for not enjoying it. Enjoying him. He would strike me, hold me by the neck and make me swear never to tell anyone. I never did. I couldn't. Mother was too drugged out of her mind to notice what was going on much less believe it if she were told. I had no one else to tell. And so on it went. For months. I became withdrawn. I started to stay out of the house more and so did my siblings. I didn't tell them anything and they didn't tell me either but I suspected he was the same way with them too. Four months of this and I had enough. I would rather be on the streets than live with these people. I couldn't go back to the orphanage. I was too old now and they would simply give me out to the next available couple willing to take me. I couldn't go through another family again. I didn't want to. On the day

• Taming The Beast: His Ruthless Desire   54. Paper Bullets.

  Luca's Pov The blood moved sluggishly against the white tiles, heading for the first stair. “Let's hope no one comes down this corridor in the next ten minutes.” I muttered to myself as the finger came loose. There was only a light crackle through the earpiece so Sage and Elias must've logged off again. A few minutes early this time. I took a deep breath, steadying myself. The gun with the silencer attached held only a few bullets at a time so the automatic was my best bet. Going in quietly would be impossible now. I adjusted my disguise, making sure the clothes fit snugly and then I pressed the severed finger to the sensor and it pinged. The door made a low buzzing sound and slid open. Another long corridor. Two hefty guards with their backs to the wall. They turned when I entered and I had a small moment of hope as I walked past them without any hassle. A few steps past them, I heard one of them call out.“Hey you!” Shit. I turned around and raised a hand in greeting.

• Taming The Beast: His Ruthless Desire   53. Mothers (2)

  Luca's Pov Sydney Paulson was in the news the next day as a woman wanted for the murder of her husband. The nuns had been shocked to find me at the door by that odd hour of the night. They'd baraged me with questions and I tried to answer as honestly as I could. They didn't believe me, not until they saw the news the next afternoon. The police had come looking for me with more questions and as with the nurses, I tried to be as honest as I could. Yes, I was home when it happened. No, I didn't know she planned it. Yes, She drove me here. No, I didn't know where she was going. No, I didn't know the whereabouts of any of her family members.I told them how he used to beat her. Showed them the marks from when he beat me. I told them of the time she almost called the police but locked herself in the bathroom and wept instead. They believed me. It wasn't like they had much of a choice. What reason would an eight year old have to lie about something like this. It was the first

• Taming The Beast: His Ruthless Desire   52. Mothers (1)

  Luca's Pov The silence in the aftermath was loud. One unconscious, One dead. I withdrew my knives, from the shin of one and the neck of the other. I wiped them clean on their clothes. The staff uniform I wore had blood stains on them now. Only drops but they stood out on the pale green fabric. I would have to switch disguises again. The dead guard was bloodied up so it'll have to be the other one. I'd have to hope I got far enough without anyone noticing the tear in the pant leg. “Damm.” Sage breathed out. “What's the status on the next floor, Sage?” I asked as I changed quickly. “Um, uhh…There's a lot more dudes there. More menacing, Heavier weapons. There's no patients on this floor either.” I mentally calculated how many minutes I had left as I grabbed the handgun and silencer from the dead guy. Not much time left. “Boss, Fingerprint.” Elias reminded me. “Right.” “Oh hell.” Sage moaned. “Fuck you grumbling about? You knew this was part of the plan.” Elias scolded.

• Taming The Beast: His Ruthless Desire   51. The Stairwell.

  Luca's Pov The boy on the stairs coughed, snapping me back to the present. He rubbed a hand across his eyes and sniffed. One of his eyelids dropped lazily and his glasses weren't rimmed red but an odd shade of pink. He wasn't Oliver “Did you draw that?” I asked, my voice coming out a little sharper than I intended and making him flinch. He blinked up at me with one eye wide then slowly looked down at the drawing in his hand. He pointed at it and looked at me again. “That, yes. Did you draw it?” I asked again, coming closer. He pointed to himself and nodded. The kid was mute. It wasn't the same drawing of course. But it was eerily similar. “Come on, get up. Where's your room?” I stretched out a hand to him and he gazed at it distrustfully. “Boss?” Elias said through the earpiece. “What's the status? Where are you? Can't pick you on any of the camera feeds from the third floor.” “I'm not on the third floor.” I whispered back into the receiver. My hand was still ou

• Taming The Beast: His Ruthless Desire   50. Runaway.

  Luca's Pov When I woke up again, the house was quiet once more. It was a lot easier to open my eyes and move this time. The woman, Dara, had left the lamp on and the curtains drawn shut. I threw off the covers and got down from the bed. My body felt a little stronger now but my legs still wobbled under me. The room smelled faintly of chicken and...well, vomit. She'd lunged for me when the throwing up started, pushing little Oliver out of the way and shoving my head forward so I threw up on the floor instead. I couldn't remember much after that. I heard her questions of worry and concern before I slipped into the darkness again. There was a plate of a few pieces of hard toast and a cup of water on the table. I grabbed at it and took hearty bites. Plain toast, no jam or butter but it was more food than I'd had in days. I sat on the floor, placing the plate of toast in front of me. The woman was kind. But I didn't trust her. The soup was delicious and the toast must be becaus