Chapter 23: She Is Not A Problem

Chapter 23: She Is Not A Problem

Abigail

It was on Monday and I had to go home today, my parents believed that I was at a friend's house. I normally do that so they didn't ask any questions which was good. How am I supposed to tell them that I am fucking my father's business friend? And they were often away anyway so I do usually have the house to myself.

I carefully stepped out of the bed and as I was by the door on my way out, I looked back and saw Luciano's muscular back that was on display. I couldn't even count the time we have had sex during those couple of days but he was really good in bed. I closed the door behind me quietly and walked down the huge stairs in shorts and a tank top. I greeted the guards which had become a habit now even though I hadn't been here long. When I reached the kitchen, my eyes widened and I stopped. There was a man, he had his back to me and leaned against the counter, drinking what I guessed was coffee. I looked around, unsure of what to do and then, I decided to greet him.

“Umm, hello?” I mentally slapped myself at how shy my words sounded

The man turned around and smiled, I recognized him but I couldn't figure out where.

“Hi,” he muttered.

His eyes dropped and took in my body, his gaze made me uncomfortable but I stood still or maybe it was his charming looks that made me uncomfortable.

“I am sorry but who are you?” I folded my arms, trying to hide my very revealing outfit.

He chuckled and then walked closer, only an inch between us now and I noticed he was tall as well but Luciano was slightly taller.

“My brother,” Luciano said in a flat tone from nowhere.

The man stopped in his tracks as we heard Luciano's powerful voice. He came up behind me, putting his arms around my waist in a possessive way and pulled me against his front and gave the back of my head a kiss. Butterflies erupted in my stomach at the gesture.

“Oh right, you were at the business dinner?” I smiled at him politely even though the way he was looking at me made me tense a little.

“That is right, are you my brother's new plaything?” He asked and leaned his back on the counter while sipping his coffee.

He asked the question like it was the most normal thing in the world. My eyebrows furrowed and my mouth opened but nothing came out, Luciano's grip on my waist tightened and I heard him growl behind me.

“Shut the fuck up, Ambrose!” He said in a warning tone, glaring at his brother. I turned to him and his gaze dropped to meet mine.

“What the hell is talking about?” He asked and he brought his hand to cup my face.

“Nothing, don't worry about it. He is just messing with you.” I Ambrose chuckled behind me and Luciano glared at him.

“If only I was, brother.” He mumbled but I heard him.

I backed away from his embrace, the possibility that I was just another one of his whores made me irritated and hurt and my trust issues thought it would be a good time to wake up.

“Is he telling the truth? Am I nothing but a plaything for you to dip your dick in?” I folded my arms , saying the words while raising my voice.

Luciano frowned and stepped closer but I took a step back, hitting the wall on the process.

“Of course not, you have no idea how much I care about you, Abigail.” He said and he looked sincere, his voice was serious.

I looked at Ambrose that stood awkwardly beside us, not knowing whether to walk away or not, his face was expressionless. Then I turned to Luciano again, I wasn't going to throw this away just because his little brother decided to tease him. Luciano is a grown man, he doesn't sleep around like that anymore, right?

“Okay,” my voice was soft and he smiled at me and then pulled me in for a hug.

I closed my eyes, this was one of my favorite places in his big and safe embrace. Maybe that was pathetic but it was how I felt. He let go of me and kissed my lips, softly at first but then he bit my lip, making me whimper and he pulled away.

“Go to bed, I will be right back, okay?” I nodded my head and let go

I walked to the stairs but heard his pissed off voice, yelling something at his brother. I thought about sneaking back to listen but I didn't want to disturb their privacy so I went up to his room again. I just hoped I was right about him.

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Luciano POV.

When I could no longer hear Abigail's light step, I gave my brother a glare.

“What the fuck was that!” I yelled through gritted teeth.

“You tell me, what is she even doing here? I told you to stop seeing her, she is becoming a problem.” I rolled my eyes at him.

“She is not a problem, it is not like we were getting married.” I muttered and walked to the counter, making coffee and he scoffed behind me.

“She is a problem if she is making you weak, people will notice for the fuck sake. Luciano.”

I sighed and put my hands on the counter, lowering my head. He was right, she is really making weak but only for her and not as a Don. My natural instincts right now would be to just kick her out and move on and I should. I hated the feeling of being weak, it was what I was raised to push away and if I hadn't, I wouldn't be the man I am today.

My lifestyle would be hard for her to accept, if not impossible even. Ambrose put his cup down and then turned to me while leaning his back on the kitchen aisle and sighed.

“And what do you think she will do when she finds out what you are doing because I am pretty fucking sure she has no idea that you are a drug lord. You can't protect her the way she needs, you know.”

I looked at him over my shoulder, there was something in his eyes that I couldn't read. Was it fear or worry? Was he scared that she would get hurt or jealous? No, he had only met her two times and my brother was just as cold hearted as I was but there was something in his tone that I had never heard before.

“And what is that supposed to mean?” I frowned at him, trying to read his expression and he only sighed.

“No matter how much you think you can protect her, she will not be able to live like this. She is practically a child.” I scoffed at him while pouring the coffee in two cups.

“She is a strong woman, it won't be a problem.” The words came out soft, almost with uncertainty.

The last thing I wanted was to be the cause of her getting hurt and my brother was getting into my head