LUCA MORETTI

Sofia.

"And where do you think you are coming from?" I heard my father's voice behind me and shivered, almost dropping my heels and handbag in my hand.

'Damn! What was I supposed to say now?' I wondered as I turned around slowly to face him. His face scrunched up into a frown as he looked over my outfit.

"I believe I asked you a question." He said and I took a deep breath.

"I went out with Cherry for yesterday's graduation and ended up sleeping over at her place." I lied.

'Well not exactly.' I thought with a pounding heartbeat.

"And you couldn't call? Have you started whoring yourself out there now?" He scoffed, eyeing me like I was some dirt.

His action pinged my heart, as if a knife had been shoved in.

"Daddy." I called out in disbelief that he could think such about me. Though, he wasn't exactly wrong, was he?

But I didn't do it intentionally. I was drugged. These thoughts brought tears to my eyes and I turned around, storming to my room and not bothering to listen to what he was saying.

I mean, what does it matter? It was always going to be hurtful words as always. I should just deal with it, father will never see me as nothing more than a bad act.

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I spent the whole day sulking, mostly in the bathroom, trying to scrub myself of Lucien or whatever he called himself's touch. Though, memories of our night together mostly flashed through my head.

The way I moaned when he plugged into me, his groan of pleasure as I bit into his lips, my pleads for more.

Heat rushed to my cheeks. How could I have been so shameless with such a stranger?

Just then my phone rang and I went out of the tub to my room to pick it up. The caller ID displayed Cherry's picture and my eyes widened in realization.

She must have been so worried. I saw her missed calls when I got home. Tons, but then Dad's outburst made me forget to reach out back.

"Hello." I picked up immediately and what came next was;

"You Fool! I was just about to go to the police station to file a case that you were missing or worse, been kidnapped for trafficking because I noticed some creepy dude approach you but thought nothing about it since you sent him away." Cherry blurted all out with a scream that made me move my phone a bit from my ears.

"Easy mommy. I am so sorry for making you worried and oh! You saw that?" I asked, referring to the guy and she gave another scream.

"Ofcourse I did. Despite dancing and flirting with some dude, my eyes were actually on you till I blinked and you were nowhere to be found anymore." She answered and I knew it must have been the time when I was drugged.

"I even thought you went to the restroom until hours passed and you were still nowhere to be seen. You weren't picking your cell either, so what the hell happened and where the fuck did you go to?" She demanded answers and I smiled bitterly.

Atleast someone cared.

"That creepy guy you saw actually drugged me and tried having his way with me." I responded and there was silence for awhile.

"What? How dare he? You said tried meaning he didn't right? Are you alright?" Cherry began bombarding me with questions again, a concern note in her tone.

"Yes I am fine. I hit him in the balls then made my escape, only to end up in an even worse situation." I cried and Cherry chuckled.

"Alright, I know that tone. When you speak like that, it means whatever bad thing that might have happened, you enjoyed it so spill." She ordered and I laughed, before telling her everything.

"Whoa! Just like in the books I read. You have a one night stand with a Mafia man and he becomes obsessed, except this pretty boy of yours isn't in the Mafia right?" Cassie was still talking when I heard a very loud bang from the living room, followed by noises.

My stomach dropped, a feeling of dread setting in so I told Cassie to hold on while I went to check what was going on.

I just hoped it was father and he was okay. I entered the living room to meet everywhere scattered, on the floor was my father, bleeding from his head.

My eyeballs widened as I rushed to him immediately, not noticing the people with us yet.

"Dad, are you alright? Did you fall? We have to get y....." I had barely completed my statement when I heard a very familiar laugh that sent shivers down my spine.

'No, it can't possibly be. Perhaps I was hallucinating, what would he be doing here?' I pondered, summoning the courage to look up and see the stranger from last night.

He was sitting on our sofa, looking as handsome as ever with his legs crossed over another, an evil grin dancing at the side of his lips.

"So you really think you could run from me? I already told you, you are mine now." He repeated and all colors drained from my face as I shook my head sideways, refusing to believe he was really here.

"Who the fuck are you?" I yelled and my father shivered in my hands, a look of fear in his eyes.

"D-don't be rude to such a person, S-sofia." He stammered and I narrowed my eyes at him.

Since when was dad afraid of anyone.

"You should listen to him, love. I might want you but that doesn't mean I wouldn't cut off your tongue if the situation warrants it." He threatened, a dark glee in his eyes.

"I already introduced myself to you earlier today but not completely." He paused and I kept quiet, wanting to hear.

"I am the current heir to Italy's most powerful, Mafia syndicate. Luca moretti."