Chapter 29: You Look Hot With A Gun

Chapter 29: You Look Hot With A Gun

Abigail

The next day, Michael left for the airport, he apologized to me for the hundredth time and hundredth time, I just asked him to leave me alone. I still couldn't believe he had forced himself on me like that, I mean what would have happened if I couldn't push him off? Would he have raped me? The thought scared me when I looked at my wrists in the morning and there were big red marks coating the skin. And soon they became blue.

“Why are you wearing a long sleeve, it is hot as fuck.” I chuckled at Luciano's comment.

We were in the kitchen, having lunch. When Micheal left, I drove to meet Luciano. I hadn't told anyone about what happened, I know I should because what he did was wrong and illegal but I just needed to forget. I was just happy he never got the chance to actually rape me.

“I am just cold.” I tried to sound normal but my voice came out hoarse and low. He studied my face from where he was sitting close beside me by the kitchen island.

“You are lying, why?”

My eyebrows scrunched together, how the hell did he know.

“I am not lying.” His face was straight, still trying to read me.

“Take off your shirt.” He said and I gulped.

“What?”

“I said, take off your shirt.”

I had no other choice than to listen to him, I stood up and slowly pulled my sweater over my head, leaving me in only a bra. His eyes glazed over my body, searching for something and they stopped at my wrists. He gently took them both in his hands and lifted his eyes to mine.

“Who did this?” He said through gritted teeth.

“No one, I….” I couldn't even come up with a good lie.

“Tell me who the hell did this!” The anger in his voice was clear but it wasn't directed to me.

“Micheal,” I mumbled and his eyes darkened.

“Tell me what happened,” he gritted out and I looked down.

“He tried to rape me.” I muttered and he immediately shot up from his seat and with long strides walked to the door.

He called someone on the phone, speaking foreign language and I followed him. I was scared and confused about what his plans were, I didn't want Micheal to get hurt. Maybe I wanted him to get hurt a little but I knew Luciano could do more than just hurt. I followed behind him out to one of his cars, wrapping my arms around his half naked body.

“Where are you going, Luciano?” I asked and he opened the door to the driver's seat and then turned to me.

“I am going to make sure he never gets the chance to put his hands on you again.”

I opened my mouth to stop him but he already closed the car door and drove off.

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I had waited for hours, only the guards to keep me company. Although I didn't like socializing right now, I was too busy with my thoughts. I was sitting in the kitchen, a cup in my hands when I heard the door click. I stood up, going to see if it was Luciano but before I could leave the room, he appeared in front of me. He looked normal, a relaxed expression on his face and without a word, he pulled me in and put his arms around me. I put my arms around his neck, breathing in his scent.

“You don't have to worry about him anymore.” He let go of me and my hands rested on his chest.

“What did you do?” He gave me a smile and cupped my face.

“Just like I told you, I made sure he never gets the chance to put his hands on you again.” He kissed my forehead.

“But, Luciano…”

“No more questions, angel. He has paid for hurting you and that is all.” His tone was firm, not leaving room for arguments.

I sighed and nodded, perhaps it was for the best unless he had killed him.

“Is he dead?” I whispered, scared of his answer and he chuckled.

“He is in a much worse place than that, baby girl. Are you okay?” He looked at me with a worried look.

“Yes, I am now.”

I stayed the night at his place, telling my parents I was with some friends. They still had no idea actually no one did, not even Jennifer, my closet friend. After finding out that he was involved with the Mafia, it felt like a risk. His presence was calming, making me feel safe, like I was where I should be. He had been in his office most of the day, it is Monday and he didn't specify what he would be doing today.

He was actually pretty open to me with what he did in the role as the Don, mostly drug business and I didn't like his job but I came to accept it anyway. I never thought about the eighteen year age gap between us.

I was sitting in the enormous living room, watching a movie. The television was also huge and I could hear voices as his office was on the first floor. I yawned and looked at the time, it was just ten in the night.

I hadn't even realized I had fallen asleep until the sound of a door slamming shut made me jolt up. My phone was too bright when I held it up to my face and when I checked the time again, it was almost midnight. His meeting must have ended now and pulled the blanket off me, walking down the hallway to where he was. The door was slightly open and I quietly entered. His office was huge with a big fireplace on one of the walls, two couches and several bookshelves, one big desk and even a balcony. His gaze lifted from his computer when he heard me walk closer.

He gave me a smile and gestured for me to come to him and I obliged. He pulled me into his lap, holding his hands around my waist as I straddled him.

“How are you feeling, sugar plum?” He pushed a strand of hair out of my face.

“I am fine, I missed you today.” My hands rubbing his chest, feeling the outline of his muscles.

“I miss you too.” He brought me closer, giving me a kiss.

I felt something hard under me but it was his dick this time, I pulled away from the kiss and my hands searched for the object. I took out the gun from his waistband and he smirked as I held it between us.

“Do you always carry this?” I asked with raised brows. He took it gently from my hand and I bit my lips at the sight.

“Yes,” he replied and I leaned closer, hovering above his lips.

“You look hot with a gun.” I whispered and he chuckled.

“Oh, really?” I nodded and smiled but it soon turned into a gasp when I felt something pushed up from the material of his pants, straight on my center.