All Chapters of The Rossi Brothers I — Luciano : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Luciano. I left my room feeling like my heels were on fire—no, my entire body was on fire. I knew she wanted this because she was sick, and there was no way I was going to deny her what she wanted. But I never expected her to say those words to me. I never expected her to tell me that she had feelings for me. Things hadn’t progressed that far between us, so how could she love me? Just thinking about the word made me want to hit something. The surprise of her confession and the look in her eyes—damn! That was going to haunt me for a long time. She looked at me as if she was waiting for me to admit my feelings too, to show her that I was the perfect man for her. But I wasn’t, and I would never be. She had no idea why I married her, and I bet if she did, she wouldn’t say those words to me again. I went downstairs to the bar and grabbed a bottle of one of my strongest drinks, taking a long swig. This was what I needed right now to clear my head. How did things get this way? One mome

Luciano. My wife avoided me all day, and that upset me. She locked herself in her room and wouldn’t come out, which was unusual for her. I returned home early from work, hoping to catch a glimpse of her, but I didn’t see her. Her door was tightly locked when I walked past it earlier, and I didn’t notice any movement or sounds coming from inside. I won't lie—I’ve been feeling guilty about last night, and I'm not sure why. I had made up my mind to keep my distance from her, but I found myself wanting to be close to her. I took off my suit jacket, scowling, mad at everything and everyone except her. I wanted to see her, to hold her as I did last night, but that wasn’t possible since my wife was hiding away from me. I stepped into the cold shower, letting the water run down my tense body. It helped relieve some stress, but not the pressure of wanting to be with her. After finishing my shower, I put on a pair of boxer shorts and climbed into bed, instantly enveloped by her scent. I burie

Luciano. I picked Kyle up in front of his house. He had his iPad in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. “What’s going on?” he asked as soon as he sat down in the passenger seat. “Nothing much, just searching for a rebellious girl,” I replied as I pulled the car onto the road. “Your wife? Don’t tell me she managed to escape you and your numerous guards again,” he commented, and I rolled my eyes. “I don’t know when you suddenly became so concerned about my life, Kyle,” I said. He glanced at me but said nothing, which was a relief. “Are you sure this is the right location?” I asked Kyle as we pulled over to the side of the road. Looking around with a slight frown, I still couldn’t believe this was the right place. I wasn't close to her sister and didn't know anything about her, but I figured she wouldn’t be the kind of girl to come to a place like this or was I wrong? My wife was calm, collected, and a virgin, so I assumed her sister would follow in her footsteps. “Yes, aft

Luciano. The doctor shook his head with a very stern look but he should know that that wasn’t going to change my mind. “You can’t leave yet, Rossi. You have to stay for a while so I can check on the wound so it won’t be infected. You could get a fever if you aren’t watched closely.” He explained but I was having none of it. I want to leave this place. I have a worried wife at home who doesn’t know if her sister was alright or not and I need to tell her. “I’m leaving doc. You always forget who you’re talking to and what I can do.” He scoffed. “You do not scare me, Rossi. Sit your ass down and you can only leave when I allow it.” I let out a sigh and stare at Kyle. “You should stay here and take her home when she wakes up. Do that discreetly.” I instructed and looked back at the girl. She was sleeping so peacefully. “Boss, I can’t leave you—” “I wasn’t trying to negotiate with you, Kyle. This is an order.” “You will get yourself killed by your hands.” The

Luciano. It felt like I was hallucinating the whole night; one moment I could see clearly, and the next I couldn’t. All I saw when I closed my eyes was blood—nothing but blood. At one point, I thought I was imagining things when my wife helped me up and took care of me. I hadn’t expected her to do that after what I did. I couldn’t tell what I was taking in, but it was warm and felt good against my cold body. I didn’t want to stop, but soon it felt like my stomach was on fire. I stopped eating and let out a sigh of relief with my eyes closed. I didn’t need to open my eyes to know that she was looking at me. I grabbed her hand because I didn’t want her to start ignoring me all over again. I hated when she did that; I wanted my ever-smiling Mariana back—the one who wouldn’t cry. I held her hand to my chest and fell asleep thinking that she was beside me. The next time I woke up, it was almost eleven in the morning, and I was alone in the room. It didn’t take long for my wife to walk in.