Lucas
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8 hours.
Mari has been in the surgery room for 8 motherfucking hours. Felix was done with my bullet wound, I washed my face, paced the floor exactly 16...17 times and there's still no word of what the damn shit is going on.
I'd called my parents and told them that Harriet was in the hospital. I called Chase to tell him about Mari. I called Jack and told him to bring me a change of clothes. They were on their way. But that was 4 hours ago. Now I'm just a fucking mess pacing the floor praying for...a fucking miracle. God! What's wrong with me?
I sank to the floor, frustratingly gripping my hair with my fingers. Betting my luck, I dialed Sigmund's number again.
"Wh
Lucas~*~14 hours.Mother and father left for a quick purchase of food as Harriet lay asleep on her bed. Her even breathes, her pulsing heart and the slight movement of her eyelids; I take them in for a moment, thankful that she's alive. I don't know what I'd do if I got there too late—if Mari got there too late. Jack had arrived a few hours earlier and brought me my clothes. Washing my face from the sink in the bathroom, I momentarily stare at the fucked up in the mirror. Tight jaw, dark bags and five o'clock shadow. Anger filled me as I stared at my reflection. The superficial flaw of my face is nothing compared to what Mari and Harriet have. They had bruises and wounds and stitches while I got fucking eye bags. I should'
I see nothing.I feel nothing.I can move nothing.But I can hear everything."You have to wake up, Mari," the voice pleads. It was...eerie and familiar, but I can't seem to remember who.The darkness was everywhere. And I was in a never-ending fall towards it. The first thing that crossed my mind was sleep paralysis. I was having an episode of sleep paralysis but this one I can't fight. I remain still, unmoving, dead. With all the energy that's left of me, I tried to reach and follow the voice. But it was no use. Instead, I let the darkness eat me up.~*~
Lucas~*~It has been four slow, cruel and torturous days and I stayed beside Mari every second of it, only leaving when I needed to go change or wash. The rest, I was a guard dog watching over its food.On the second day after Mari was settled in her room, Chase arrived, bloodshot eyes, and a little skinnier than the last time I've seen him. The fact that I was a little bit relieved that he was here for Mari dissolved when I learned that Gian still wasn't getting any better.On the third day, Mari jolted off her bed and the machines went overdrive with beeps. I fucking shit myself when I heard her gag over the tube that was in her throat to help her breathe. The nurses and the doctors that rushed in were frantic and also relieved at the same time. I almost choked the nu
I heard things from the darkness when the pain in my chest stopped. I didn't understand it. The words time and death were the only ones that registered. After that there was a commotion. That familiar voice was screaming, and another voice answered. Everything was in distress and I just wanted to yell for them to be quiet. I needed to think. I needed to know where I was. Why was I in darkness?Suddenly, the pain returned. The one in my throat. With cold hands, I grabbed my neck, hoping that whatever was causing the pain would go away. But it didn't. I started coughing. Then the light slowly returned. Not the blinding one, but the right one. Warm, vivid—real.~*~The fluorescent light on the ceiling was the first real thing I saw before I felt the pain in my throat. My eyes stung from the tear
"It's either that or you get yourself killed while walking in Time Square." My father is a healthy man. For his age, he is still capable of fighting with any weapon and through hand combat. Also, he is still a master of ruining my life. "We're despised in the Mafia, Caty. It's the only way to pay our debts and clean up the Santelli name." "I'd rather die while walking in Time Square, then." I crossed my arms and leaned back on the chair. My father let out a frustrating sigh and touched the bridge of his nose. "Caty, you need to do this for us. For our bloodline. For your kids someday and their kids after that," he suggested, but I am fucking far away from agreeing. "And who says about me having kids, father?" I raised an eyebrow. "Besides, I'd rather die a virgin—" not that I'm a virgin or anything "—and fight fo
Contract: This contract is entered by and between: Caterina Mari Santelli of Upper East Side, New York, United States of America Represented by Atty. Donald Gonzalez And Lucas De Marchi of Boston, Massachusetts, United States of America Represented by Atty. Stefano Elcorudo The term of the agreement shall begin October 15, 2015 until the day they both unanimously sign out. In this relationship, they agree to: GENERAL Section A.1
Name:Lucas Montevecchi De MarchiAge:28Birthdate:Novembre16, 1987Birthplace:ItalyOrigin:ItalianCurrent City:Boston, MassachusettsCurrentCountry:United States of AmericaEye Color:BlueHair Color:Dark BrownHeight:6' ft.Occupation:CEO; De Marchi Merchandise Father's Name:Gerlando De Marchi (Alive)Mother's Maiden Name:Aurelia Montevecchi (Alive) Serious Medical Issues:Mild Obsessive-Compulsive Personality Disorder (OCPD; In therapy)
The moment I finished reading the entire contract, I looked for Lucas De Marchi on the internet. I cannot fucking believe that this man had already signed the contract before I did. It makes me think that he's eager for something other than actually saving me and my father from humiliation. The page loaded with a lot of news about Lucas appears. Headlines like, Lucas De Marchi found Hand-in-Hand with former Playboy Model; De Marchi's New girl or New Toy?; Mystery Woman with Mr. De Marchi not so mysterious anymore and; De Marchi caught in a Bar Fight. I don't actually know if Lucas will save me from being an outcast or he'll embarrass the fuck out of me as his new play toy.