Chapter 27: All I Care About Is You

Chapter 27: All I Care About Is You

Luciano

“Angel….” I begged but she interrupted me.

“What is going on and who is screaming? Who is in there?” She turned her attention to the open door where Carlos was.

There was no way I could lie to her now but I didn't need to tell her the whole truth yet either.

“Someone who deserves to be there, let me take you upstairs.”

I brought my hand out to take a hold of her but she quickly pushed past me instead and before I could react, she was standing in the doorway with her eyes widened. The others stood quietly, waiting for my orders. Oliver and Dale looked confused as hell, they didn't know who she was and my brother only frowned at me. He was irritated, I exhaled and carefully walked to stand behind her but she moved away from me, resulting in her having to walk closer to Carlos and luckily for us, he had passed out again.

There was a look in her eyes that I had never seen before, fear. She was afraid of me.

“What the hell is this?” She almost whispered. I took a step closer, she took a step back and I sighed.

“Angel, I can explain everything to you but not down here. Come with me upstairs, okay?”

She looked at me, hugging her own body and her silence was making me believe that she would leave. Although I would never let her, I can't lose her.

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Abigail POV.

I was so confused, was Luciano torturing a man in his own house? Why was he doing this? Who are the other men? My many thoughts made me even confused. I looked back at the man who was bound in the chair and he looked extremely beaten up. The blood running from his hand with a knife in it forced his hand me to look away. I slowly looked at Luciano and the three other men standing behind him, staring at me as well. I recognized one of them, Ambrose, his brother. Was he also in all of this?

“Angel, please come.” His voice was soft and I could not connect the man in front of me to do such a horrible thing which is probably why I obeyed him.

I should at least let him explain, I mean, maybe, this was all a misunderstanding somehow. I nodded and walked past him, he was quick to put his hand on my lower back. I wanted to push it away after what I had just witnessed but his touch was comforting. When he came to the kitchen, I noticed that the others had probably stayed back, as it was only the two of us. I stood in front of him, he took a seat on a chair by the kitchen island and pulled me closer. I tried to wriggle out but I had no chance, he was too strong.

I was standing between his legs and his hands were on my waist, his thumbs rubbing my skin. I didn't look at him but only held my gaze down. His eyes always were a weak spot for me and I needed to think straight to understand what he had to say but my plan soon faded anyway.

“Please, look at me, my princess.”

The unfamiliar word caught my attention and I obeyed his wish. He smiled when I met his eyes and his hand lifted to graze my cheek and I sighed. How could a man like this make me feel so safe?

“What I am going to say will probably surprise you but I need you to know that I am not a bad man, okay?”

There was something in his voice that I had never heard before, he sounded so nervous and not the assertive tone he usually had. My brows furrowed slightly but I nodded my head anyways.

“Me and my family are part of the mafia cartel and after my father died, I became the boss, the Don. My brother is the underboss, right below me. What we do is mainly drug business, not human trafficking and not murdering innocent people. It is only about money, it is very complicated but that is all you need to know.”

I was stunned, is he a Don? I had heard on the news and in school about mafias and criminal gangs but never thought that I would someday be tangled in it. My mouth was slightly ajar and I was still processing his words, why would he be with me then? A Don would never choose to be with an ordinary girl like me, I had to be only a whore for him or he wanted something from me.

“Why didn't you tell me this before?” my voice came out almost as a whisper and I suddenly felt nervous being so close to him.

He was even more powerful and dangerous than I thought, his hand still caressed my cheek.

“I am sorry, I should have but I didn't think it would be needed.” He dropped his hand to my waist again and I narrowed my eyes on him.

“Why?” He studied my face and it took a while before he opened his mouth again.

“To be honest, I wasn't planning on caring for you.” He mumbled.

I knew what we had was just practically about sex, so I couldn't really be mad at him but I couldn't help but feel hurt.

“And now?” I muttered.

His hands moved to my hips and stroked the fabric of my dress with his thumbs.

“And now all I care about is you.”

“How do I know that you are telling me the truth?” I asked and he smiled softly.

“With time, let me show you what you mean to me.”

I smile back, I didn't know if he truly did care or not or feel something but the way he looked at me made me feel like I was the most important thing in the world. I was still processing the Don information, it was hard to swallow but I hadn't seen him for so long and I had started to miss touch. I leaned forward and hovered just above his lips, his eyes glistening with lust and I decided to tease him, only to feel him grab my throat and force me into a kiss. The gesture gave me a spark inside my stomach, I had missed that.

Later, the two other men I had learned to be Oliver and Dale left with Ambrose. I felt uncomfortable having someone locked up in the basement and Luciano had noticed so he had so he made Ambrose take the man to his place instead. It felt weird, all this mafia stuff. I knew I should have left and not get tangled into it but I couldn't, he meant so much to me.

Right now, we are sitting in the kitchen. He wants to take me out for dinner but I convinced him we could just order food instead. He didn't let me sir anywhere other than his lap so here I was. I had been sitting on his lap for the past two hours even after his brother had left, he still made me sit there. To be honest, I was enjoying it.