Chapter 38: Please, Don't Leave me

Chapter 38: Please, Don't Leave me

Abigail

“What time should I pick you up again, tonight?” He asked and my graze dropped to his chest.

I felt the need to be alone for a while, to arrange my thoughts. Our relationship was complicated, maybe not on the outside but the sneaking around especially behind my parent's back and the fact that he is a mafia Don. Watching him kill someone before my very own eyes made me see it clearer. I mean, was it really a good idea to be with someone like that? I knew I felt something for him, it was obvious but what if our relationship would bring danger to my family? I met his eyes again and he frowned.

“What is wrong? You have been quiet ever since we left the house.” I forced a smile.

“Nothing, I am just….”

“Abigail? Who are you talking to?” My mother's voice interrupted me and I quickly stepped away from him.

What is she doing at home early? Her eyebrows raised when she saw Luciano standing in front of me.

“Mr. Adams,” she walked closer, giving him a smile and me a weird look.

“What is going on here?” She asked.

“Mrs. Laurent, I just dropped Abigail off, we ran into each other in town and I offered her a ride home instead of taking a cab.” His voice was steady and I was taken aback that he could come up with an explanation so fast.

“Oh, well that is very nice of you. Sweetheart, you have thanked him, I hope?” I sighed.

“Yes, mother.” I said and heard a small chuckle beside me.

“I better get going, goodbye, Mrs. Laurent.” He took a step back, signaling that he would leave and she said goodbye to him and went back to the kitchen, leaving us alone. Suddenly, I felt his breath on my neck, making me tense a little.

“This isn't over.” He whispered into my ear, smacking my butt.

When I turned around, he gave me a smirk before walking out the door and I sighed. Who was I kidding? I knew I couldn't stay away from him. I walked to the kitchen, seeing my mother pack her handbag.

“Where are you going?” I asked as I took a seat by the kitchen island. She raised her gaze to me.

“Work, I just drove home to pick up some files.” She said and I nodded.

She walked to stand in front of me, I couldn't read the expression on her face.

“Honey, is there anything between you and Mr. Adams?” My eyes widened at her sudden question.

“No, why would you think like that?” her eyebrows raised.

“Sweetheart, I saw how he looked at you, I just wanted to know that it is probably not a good idea.”

She sounded concerned and I swallowed the lump in my throat.

“Why?” I tried to sound nonchalant, like I was just curious for no reason. She exhaled deeply.

“Well, apparently, he is quite the player.”

I wasn't surprised by her words, I already had a feeling he was the sort of man who slept around but that was over now, right?

“You don't have to worry, there is nothing between us.” She nodded and kissed my cheek.

“Good, I don't want your heart broken. You are too young for that.” I forced a smile and she walked out the door.

The whole day, I was alone in the house, the silence helped me think. I knew I shouldn't walk around with this stuff on my mind and l decided to drive to Luciano to talk to him about it. I changed into a simple dress even though it was pouring outside and picked up the car keys. The whole ride, I thought about what I would say.

I exhaled and stepped out of the car to his front door, feeling myself get wetter by the rain with each step. I closed it behind my back and my eyes widened when I saw who walked down the stairs. What the hell is he doing here?

Agnes gave me an innocent smirk when she walked down the last step, faking to fix her hair. I folded my arms when she stopped beside me before walking out.

“He is still good in bed,” she whispered.

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Luciano POV.

A sigh escaped my lips when Agnes finally left my office, coming here uninvited and trying to seduce me? She needed to be put in her place, I took a sip of the scotch and stood up to leave the room and as soon as I walked towards the stairs, I heard a voice. My eyebrows furrowed, she hasn't left yet?

I quickened my pace, ready to throw her the fuck out when the sight at the bottom floor made me halt. I couldn't hear exactly what they were saying but some words were as clear as glass. I heard Abigail scoff at her whi was on her way out.

“You, slut.” I heard Abigail's voice.
My eyebrows raised at her words and judging by Agnes's expression, she was just as surprised.

“What did you just call me?”

“A slut, now get the fuck out of here before l beat the hell of out you.” Abigail gritted.

I had never seen her so mad. Agnes left with a huff and the sound of her car driving away in the distance was heard. I met her eyes, she didn't say anything. She just turned around and walked out of the door and I hurried after her. I didn't even notice the pouring rain.

“Abigail!” I yelled but she kept walking.

I caught up to her just before she got to her car, with a grip on her arm, I turned her around. She looked upset.

“What was she doing here!” Her voice was hoarse.

“Nothing happened, she just tried to get me to sleep with her.”

She was quiet, just gazing at me and the rain wetting her hair and making her thin dress stick to her body.

“Did you? Didn't you?” The words came out carefully.

My eyebrows scrunched together and I took a hold of her face.

“Of course not, I would never do that to you.”

“Don't lie to me, Luciano.” Her voice was raised.

She backed away from my touch, I became confused since when doesn't she trust me?

“I am not lying to you, Abigail.” My voice was raised too, the sound of the rain hitting the ground deafening our voice.

She scoffed, moving her eyes away from my face and hugging her own body.

“My mother was right, you are just a player.” She mumbled.

My eyebrows furrowed, what? I stepped closer and took a hold of her waist.

“That is not true, not anymore at least.” Her eyes reddened but I couldn't tell if it was tears that ran down her cheeks or raindrops.

“I can't do this, Luciano.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I can't be with you if I can't trust you.” She muttered.

“Of course, you can trust me. I am telling you the truth, Abigail.” My fingers tangled in her wet hair.

“I can't do this.” She repeated, the sound of her voice breaking made my chest clench.

“Please, don't leave me.”