Fifty-One

Athena

I glanced outside my window at the night sky, my arms folded as I remained seated on my bed. I had been in that position for a few hours.

Ever since Luciano's display of rage and shit. Emotions rolled within me like a damned sandwich and it was hard to fathom what exactly I was feeling?

Was I angry? Frustrated? Mad or anxious? Suffice to say I was feeling a bit of everything. How could he? How could he do that?

I always knew he was ruthless but seeing him act that way, so close up…My eyes closed at the thought and I shuddered.

For a brief moment I tried to imagine his fists on me instead of Marcus, but I really couldn't picture it. Sure I was terrified of Luciano's rage, but not because I feared he could take it out on me one day. I was afraid he would get mega possessive and I definitely hadn't seen it coming.

A knock, so soft I almost didn't hear it, resounded my door. I glared at it, willing the man behind it to combust into flames.

"Raven?" he called, sounding