LUCA'S POV.I was a ticking time bomb. Each second waiting for me to explode. But what would I say? I missed the bloodbath, and tonight. I'd bathe in that of Sullivan moretti. The worst parent of the year.From abandoning his own son Matteo to tossing out his only daughter to save his ass, he hadn't even put up as single as a fight when I asked him for his Isabella I glanced at Kirill, who nodded command. The booth was opened, and he grabbed a box; the other guard behind him had pulled out the hard metal chains with spikes as we pushed our way toward the mansion.The guard on duty all frozen, bowing as a respect, none adding to say one thing or bloody stand in my way as we pushed through the doors.I knew the layout of the house by heart. I spent enough time watching IsBella from the shadows before we got married. Although I never mentioned it to her, I did stalk her and I'd rather have it kept to myself. Kirill held out the door to Morreti's room, and he jolted awake, rubbing hi
ISABELLA'S POV.I had seen gruesome scenes. I had seen men killed and men killing; hell, I'd seen death more than I had seen ribbons my entire life, but that… that was the most devilish and brutal death that had come apart.I wasn't certain if it was the blood-spattered over Lucas' body, the flesh that clung to his skin and clothes, or if it was the bashed-out and beaten remains of the body on the floor that joleted a nerve in me.I opened the door to the bathroom, dipped my head into the sink, and puked out my content. I gagged again, retching more.and more. Until my tummy hurt, and my lungs contracted.My head dropped as I turned on the faucet, washing my face thoroughly in whatever was left of the substance there.My belly churned as I hit my back against the wall trying to shove away the thoughts. The image. But worse still, I heard those words... about me. About my father. The accusations thrown my way.I gagged again, but this time I had nothing left in me to puke, but I felt
LUCA’S POV.Work was a distraction for me. From a lot of things. Turned out today my distraction was in some way not serving its purpose.I tapped at the tablet resting in my lap, constantly drumming my fingers into my head, both legs crossed. All morning I had done my best. But it wasn't working; Isabella somehow had managed to etch that godawful impression of hers smudged into my brain. I'm fucked. Screwed over in worse ways than one, she hadn't killed me. She was asleep when I had woken, and unlike me, I had hurried my way out of the room.I was beginning to become confused; I didn't like that. She was my enemy; her father was the reason for my despair; I couldn't let a blowjob. A foreplay with knives and pussy cloud my judgement.A knock settled on the door, jolting me away from my thoughts, I ran my tongue over my lower dry lips “Come in.” I ordered, and the door pushed open. The head of security made his way in. He looked edgy in a way that bothered me. He wasn't the type to
ISABELLA'S POV.Fucking him wasnt on the list, neither was spewing that nonsense I had spoken as he fitted his cock into me.But it worked anyway; he was stone cold asleep. I gulped as I trailed my line of sight from his eyes down to his jaw, his pecs… well carved abs and torso, I lingered a bit around the V shape beneath his belly toward the hips, and there it was…his cock, naked for me to see and feel; even when soft, it wasn't in any way small.Shrugging and shaking my head, I pulled away from Bed, grabbed some wet wipes to wipe off every trail of cum on my body. I knew I needed a bath, but I had no time.“Luca?” I called toward him slowly, waiting for him to flinch or groan or wake, but nothing.I tapped him slowly again; nothing came, and a part of me felt twisted. He trusted me enough to sleep like this? Without any protection of any sort? There was a stitched wound on his chest to prove that I was the last person whom he should sleep lazily around, but once again, being an egoi
LUCAS POV.My eyes darkened with lust as her eyes locked with mine, her teeth grazed against the leather material of my pants. I lifted my ass into the air, granting her access to thug it down slowly and seductively, like a predator watching her eyes didn't leave mine.My cock flopped against my abs, a bead of precum at the tip, as she poked out her tongue, lapping against it hungrily; a low groan escaped my lips as I grabbed a fistful of her hair.I manspread, parting my legs wider for her to crawl into, and he does; her mouth inched to mine, and in one swift move, she tugged the thing down her throat.“Fuckkk” I groaned, letting loose all the tenseness I felt for a day while she was amiss.She gagged, trying harder to take my full length in, but what seemed impossible for her, an amused smirk strapped onto my lips.“You'll rip those pretty lips of yours baby; you know I'm huge; it won't fit.” I mumbled, half stroking my own ego, and she grumbled some gibberish round my cock before m
LUCA'S POV.My body moved on its own accord as I grabbed her head, slamming it against the couch next to her. Seething with rage. I was out for three days; she left me and returned to say bullshit like this?.“Where were you?” I asked, my mind racing at the thought that she refused to leave because of Antonio; after all, she stabbed me because of him.“Up and about,” she muttered, wincing from pain, but she hadn't fought back; she remained in the same position, my hands against her head.“You don't think I will Forgive you, did you?” I asked again; a nauseating feeling attacked my lungs as soon as she nodded.Why was she not saying anything? Those sharp words below her tongue where they were? Why wasn’t she causing a fuss on purpose?.“Fuck isa. Say something!” I snapped, letting go of her hair; she stood to get feet smiling in a manner that made my skin crawl. “Anything in particular you'd like to hear?” She asked, batting her eyelashes in my direction with a coy smile strapped to
LUCA'S POV I pressed the tip of my blade sharply but slowly into his neck as he jolted awake, his eyes flung open as he stared at me, panting heavily.“Fuck man! You scared me!” He retorted, his eyes glancing around for help of any sort.I pulled out his gun behind my waist, stretching it toward him.“Looking for this angel?” I asked, tossing the gun towards him, but he didn't flinch; he sat staring at me wide-eyed,“Go on... reach for it. Didn't you have enough time dancing with my wife in public, so why can't you pull that shit now?” I asked him corking my brows to the left while trailing the knife over to his Adam's apple, which bobbed continuously as he tried to breathe.His eyes bulging with fear, he readjusted in bed, his breath erratic. “Look man, I don't know. I have no idea where she went,” Angelo lied; a scream escaped his lips as I jabbed a knife into his thighs, pinning it into the bed.His eyes darted towards the door as if waiting for help to burst through any moment fr
ISABELLA'S POV.A sharp wiring tone I had gotten used to echoed in my ears. I sucked in air sharply through my teeth as I raised my gaze in the direction of the door. It's been two days already; I could tell judging by the shifts they made.They had left my eyes and ears but binded every other inch of my body.“Hungry yet?’ The same guy who had served out my food came in again. A bowl in his hands, he tilted his head slowly, glancing down at Me with some sort of condescending gaze.The fucker could gloat all he wanted,The minute I let my hands free, that would be his bloody end. I had stormed into the hospital room hoping to meet Luca, but I was wrong. Perhaps Mancini had done this. But I had my doubts; why would he help me and just toss me over to the side?“You'll starve, I assure you, so quit acting tough and eat!” He snapped, dropping the bowl Away from me. I glared hard in his direction. Fighting every urge I had in me to headbutt him.“Where's the boss? The bastard who had aske
LUCAS POV.That good-for-nothing, backstabbing bitch!. How dare she?. Not onlyhad she plunged a knife in my fucking chest, She escaped.“I'm unconscious for three bloody days, and you can't handle the household, Antonio?” I enquired, pushing myself up toward the bed. I was out cold for three bloody days; the bitch has stabbed me all because of him.For Antonio Even when I had threatened Matteo, she had played by my rules, but the minute she heard about Antonio being close to death, she bloody lost it.“I'm sorry, I was busy with you; I had men watching her, but I guess they all underestimated her.” Antonio responded. Partly gloating at his own response.A scoff eased across my lips as I ran my finger through my hair, I passed a glare in Antonio's direction, and he matched mine just as equally.“I overlook, the entire fucking mafia world, you know how many businesses I have under my name? How many households and men am I responsible for? Do you hear me making an excuse? You had one t