Chapter 73: The Future Queen

Chapter 73: The Future Queen

Abigail

I took a deep breath and carefully knocked on the door, it went silent before the familiar deep voice met my ear.

“Yes?” Luciano muttered.

I opened the door and stepped in, leaving it slightly open behind me. The room was big and poorly lit up, there was a fireplace in the center of the wall with a sofa situated in front of it. Bookcases stood proudly along the walls filled with books and binders. The walls were a dark brown wood color with lamps hanging from them, the only source of light as of now. All six men turned their heads to me when I entered, studying my movements and I stopped a few feet behind their chairs and met Luciano's gaze where he sat behind his desk.

“Angel, what are you doing here?” He asked, a tiny frown on his face.

He was sitting with his elbows leaning on the desk, his hands intertwined in front of him.

“I just thought you might like some drinks.” My voice was steady, I didn't feel threatened by the knowledge of what these men that were sitting comfortably in their chairs have done.

The blood I knew had painted their hands and chests, it wouldn't have been fair because I knew that the man I looked at with nothing but adoration and love had done worse things and not even that frightened me. Smiles and satisfied expressions coated their faces when their eyes dropped to the tray in my hands. Luciano smiled and gestured with his hand for me to walk to him. I stepped around the table to stand by his side where I put the tray down, the glasses were quick to be snatched off it. I felt his hand stroke the inner side of my thigh, forcing me to hold back a gasp. I looked down at him as he pulled me closer

“Thank you, baby girl. That is sweet of you.” He said slowly and smiled up at me and I smiled back sweetly.

“Aren't you going to introduce this beautiful lady, Don?” My head turned towards the voice and found that it belonged to a gray haired man. He had rough features with obvious wrinkles situated on his face, I would guess he was around fifty years.

“Gentleman, this is Abigail Laurent. The future Queen.” My eyes snapped back to Luciano when I heard his words.

Figure Queen? He had said that before and each time it sparked something in me. Their brows raised but they quickly exchanged their looks of surprise to looks of encouragement and there was a murmuring of polite words.

“What did you just say?” The gray haired man said, moving his gaze to me.

“I don't mean to offend you but I would get you are a Yoruba?” He asked.

“Igbo,” I smiled softly and his grin widened.

“I can't wait to see the two of you ruling the mafia world, beautiful.”

I was slightly taken aback by the words erupting from his mouth.

“I appreciate that, sir.” I mumbled, his eyebrows raised and he let out a chuckle

“Don, you better teach her that she doesn't need to use such words towards people when she is standing next to you.” He said, looking at Luciano while taking a sip of his drink.

“I can't say, sir.” I frowned, Luciano chuckled and met my gaze from where he sat.

“More like you don't need to, not when we were married at least.”

My brows raised at his statement, not when we were married. I wanted to marry him someday but not while I am still an escaping teenager and living with my parents that didn't even know about my secret life. He hoped he didn't expect us to wed soon, I wasn't ready for that.

“Oh, I didn't know.”

“You must tell me though how this dickhead was able to catch someone like you.” Another man said, gesturing with his fingers towards me. They all chuckled and I couldn't help but follow.

“Believe me or not, he has his ways.” I smirked, earning a laugh.

After we talked for a little while, I left the room. They were all nice people which surprised me actually. I would have thought that these sort of men were stone cold and unable to form a smile but lately, I had realized that they could show huge affection and respect to those who were on their good side. Those who love and like. I walked back to the bedroom and the second I sat on the bed, I felt a growing stomach ache. Hangover sucks, I walked to the bathroom, feeling the need to throw up. My hands fiddled with the toilet lid and I quickly lowered down into a crouching position.

My stomach emptied itself, leaving me with a headache and tiredness. I sighed and sat down on the floor, leaning my back on the wall opposite the toilet. I wasn't sure if my body was done yet so I decided to wait before going back to bed. I sat there for I don't know how long, the pain in my stomach decreased but not enough that I felt comfortable standing up. I had my knees folded up to my chest with my arms hugging my legs. It was kind of weird though, my hangovers rarely got this bad and to be honest, I didn't do that many shots.

The sound of footsteps coming closer made me turn my head towards the door. I didn't want Luciano to see me like such a disgusting mess but that is the beauty of a relationship, you get to be with your partner through their ups and downs. I guess the effects alcohol had on me was my downfall. The door was pushed open lightly and when I raised my eye, I met his frowning face.

“What are you doing here?” He asked with both concern and confusion in his voice.

He walked closer and took a seat beside me, my head fell to rest on his shou, actually more on his arm as he was so big.

“I don't feel good.” I pouted, he chuckled and lifted his hand to caress my cheek.

“I am sorry, angel. What can I do?” He asked sincerely, leaving a light kiss on the top of my head.

“Food,” I mumbled, despite me having a stomachache, I was starving. Maybe what I needed was a freshly baked pizza.

“Is that your solution to everything?” He chuckled.

“What else would it be?” I raised my head and looked up at him.

I wanted to kiss him, his lips sucked me in but my mouth still felt gross from vomiting even though I had brushed my teeth afterwards.

“I don't know, maybe..” he began, picking my hand up to intertwine our fingers on his lap.

“Having your lovely and caring boyfriend run you a bath or perhaps some painkillers.”

“I have taken painkillers, it doesn't seem to work.” My eyebrows scrunched together. He stood up.

“Alright then, let's go downstairs.”

He helped me up on my feet and I walked closely beside him as we stepped out of the bathroom and made our way down the stairs.