Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince (Savage Mafia Empire)

14. Gianna

Chapter fourteen

Gianna

He left me naked with my hands cuffed to the bed.

And I fucking gave in to him.

Tears stream down my face slowly, and I whimper, my body shaking with fear and cold. “Luca, please fucking let me out of here!”

The cold air is biting my skin, and the metal cuffs are digging into my wrist. I’ve never felt so vulnerable and scared. My eyes hurt from crying all night.

He had cuffed my right wrist to the bed in the middle of the night after he had left me on the edge of an orgasm and then just left me.

I hate how easily my body responds to him. How much I craved his mouth on mine, his fingers touching every inch of me. It felt the same as it did all those years ago when he would touch me and I felt higher than any drug. Yet the man before me was so different than the one I loved so deeply. I hated him, but I hated myself even more.

I scream louder, hoping anyone will hear me but, in return, there’s nothing but a sickening silence that turns my gut. My words are lost in the room, and I’m left with only my thoughts—thoughts of my daughter. I’m alone, with no one to set me free from being Luca’s prisoner.

My lips tremble as I break down again. No one knows he has me captive. How long until he finally kills me?

This isn’t the man I once fell in love with. Something has changed. Fuck, everything has changed. His grip now sends shivers down my spine and his gaze is devoid of empathy. His eyes, which I once adored, now only remind me of how much I resent him. Deeply.

I’ve never seen him like this, so full of revenge and anger. Now, he has kept me trapped like his fucking slave.

“Fuck you, Luca!” My voice is getting hoarse as my dry throat starts to itch. “Fuck all of you!”

I choke on my tears as I struggle to free myself. He can’t do this to me.

No... no... no

My arms don’t budge as I keep struggling against the cuffs, but they’re too tight. “Oh, God, please help me... please.”

The door opens and Luca strolls in with a robe in his hand.

My body trembles as he approaches me. His brown eyes are without emotion... still filled with a menacing glare.

He hangs a robe on his shoulder as he walks closer to me. There’s something about the way he looks at me now. It’s not like three years ago, when everything was different. When he was different.

“Wear this while my men bring your food.” He takes out a key and uncuffs my wrist from the metal railings of the bed. I instinctively kick my legs at him, trying to free myself. Luca is stronger than I am and he doesn’t budge from the hits.

He growls as his strong arms catch mine and he presses me to the bed. “I’ll kill you the next time you try anything stupid. Or better yet, my men will have use of you and trust me, you’ll want to be dead instead.”

“F.U.C.K. Y.O.U.” I drag the words out slowly as I pant angrily. I’m fucking pissed at myself for being so damn weak.

His breath is hot and mixed with cigar and liquor.

My body shivers from his words as he trails his eyes down my breasts, but I don’t show it. I can’t let him see how fucking scared I am or how much he’s affecting me.

“Now, fucking put that on.” He slowly releases his grip on me with his eyes still watching me.

I reluctantly grab the robe, silently finding a way to escape him. It’s useless when he probably has an army outside.

His eyes don’t leave me as I wrap myself up. Just as mine doesn’t leave his.

“I will kill you for this.”

His expression turns to a frightening glare as he yanks my wrists and cuffs my hands in front of me. His eyes blaze with anger, his face inches from mine.

Luca’s now a fucking monster.

“You’ll be gone quicker than your fucking brother.”

My heartbeat stops for a moment. His words replay in my head. He was the one. He was the fucking one that shot Giovanni.

He whispers in my ear, “You remind me of how fucking weak your brother was when I sent a bullet through his chest.”

“Giovanni!” I scream. “You’re a fucking monster. I’m going to kill you. I’ll... my god.” It’s getting harder to breathe as he wraps his fingers around my bare throat, squeezing hard.

“My men will be here. Try to run away and you’ll be dead sooner than you think.” He lets go of my throat and trails the tip of his nose on my jaw.

It makes my skin tingle. I hate how my body fucking responds to the slightest touch of his.

He doesn’t utter another word as he turns and walks away, leaving me shaken and my heart pounding in my chest… Plus a throbbing in my core from his touch.

I have no idea if Luca knows Giovanni is still alive. Worse, what he’ll do if he finds out?

God, I really hope he doesn’t.

This is all my fault. I should have stayed away from Luca when everyone warned me to. I’m so fucking stupid.

“Let me out of here,” I yell. My body hits the floor hard as I roll off the bed.

Luca leaves before I can get to him. He slams the door so hard that it makes me flinch.

“Let me out!” I bang on the door with my fists. “Get back here, Luca, and fucking let me out of here.”

My fists and body hurt from the cuffs and hits on the door. Luca turns deaf ears to my screams, which further pisses me off. I rest my head on the wooden frame of the door, tired of screaming.

“I wish you were dead and that I never met a screwed up monster like you.” Tears stream down my cheeks as I speak, my heart pouring out all the pain and anger I feel. “I regret it all. I regret ever knowing you.”

I regret ever falling for you.

***

I’m half-awake when I hear the clicks of the lock.

I’ve lost track of time, but I know it’s been a while since Luca left. I try to crawl back to my feet as a man walks in.

The man, a towering figure with a chiseled jawline and a stern expression, walks into the room, a tray of food held in his hand. He sets it down in front of me on the floor. He doesn’t look familiar with his bald head and scared face.

I gaze down at the offering, my stomach growling with hunger, but my eyes narrowing in dismay. “I am not hungry.”

The tray holds in it a plate of mashed potatoes and a glass of water.

The man shifts the tray closer. “Boss says you have to eat.”

I look him straight in the eyes with a stern gaze, my stomach rumbling. “I said I’m not fucking hungry.” In a rage, I push the tray hard till its contents spill into a mess.

The man’s expression doesn’t flinch; his eyes are as hard as stone. He clicks his tongue. “You’ll eat your mess.” He sets the tray in front of me and leaves me alone.

As the hours drag on, the silence is deafening. The darkness outside seeps into the room and my thirst and hunger are long forgotten, as all I fucking want is to get out of this hell of a place.

“Helpppp me. Somebody let me out of here!” I shout, my voice hoarse from dehydration. The only response is the echo of my own cries.

I miss my baby. Sophie must be terrified. I just pray Mother is at least showing her some motherly love.

Tears stream down my face, hot and bitter. The thought of no one ever finding me sends a chill down my spine, and I cry out again, my voice cracking with fear.

The door creaks open, and Luca saunters in, his hands clasped behind his back, his eyes fixed on me with an air of disdain. “Why are you fucking disturbing my peace?” His eyes flicker to the tray, then back at me. His gaze is piercing and devoid of emotion.

“You don’t get to starve yourself here. You’ll need all the strength you can get.”

“I’d rather die from being starved than give you the revenge you seek,” I yell, emphasizing the word revenge.

He gets closer, his steps calm and silent, and he squats down beside me, his breath hot on my skin. “That’s not going to happen.” His fingers wrap loosely around my neck unexpectedly.

My eyes grow wide in shock as he slowly closes his grip on my throat, just enough that it’s firm but not tight and I can’t do any fucking thing to stop it, even if he decides to choke me out.

A sound between a moan and a gasp falls from my lips.

His lips hover over mine for a minute as his gaze becomes intense. I can feel it in my deepest parts.

He licks his bottom lip as his finger slowly runs over my dried lips. Just as quickly as he came, Luca lets go of my throat and walks out of the room.

A low breath comes out of me. I’m incapable of stopping my body from responding to him and I fucking hate it so much. He has me as his prisoner already. I can’t let him have control of my mind and body as well.

I’m still stunned by his actions. Luca has been very unpredictable lately.

It only takes a few minutes until he returns. He has a glass of water in his hand. I swallow hard, knowing how thirsty I am.

“Drink.” His voice is deep and commanding as he closes the distance between us.

My eyes flicker to his taut muscles bulging from the short sleeve of his gray shirt instead. The tattoos lining his skin. I’ve grown to hate them each time I see him walk through the door to hurt me. “I’m not drinking that.”

“Stop being so fucking stubborn and have some water.” He grabs my jaws in place when I stay unresponsive for a minute. I’m struggling to set myself free.

“Drink. Now.” He presses the tip of the glass against my lips and forces me to drink.

Some of the water spills from the corner of my mouth. He lets me have just enough to quench my thirst before taking the glass away from my lips.

I notice how he stares at my lips the whole time. Our eyes stay locked for more than a few infuriating seconds and I spit at his face in distaste.

Luca sets the glass on the floor and wipes off the saliva from his face with his other arm. He squeezes my jaws hard till it starts to hurt. “Don’t be fucking stupid in here. I can kill you right this instant; don’t you fucking forget that.”

My jaws hurt badly as he keeps his grip on me for a long second. A tear rolls down my eye as I groan in pain.

He pats my cheeks before letting go of me.

I could never let Sophie find out this monster is her father. I’d rather have him stay dead to her than know the truth. Thank heavens, he knows nothing about Sophie. Mother had taken her out with Dorothy the day I was kidnapped.

“I’ve been thinking of nothing else but you and your family for years.” He rises to his feet, his eyes scanning the room with a taunting gaze. His index finger is raised in the air. “The only thing I’ve fucking thought of. Killing your entire family and sparing no one. Just like you did with my parents.”

He grunts and clenches his jaws.

His whisper is barely audible—a soft murmur that sends a chill down my spine. “I’m enjoying this a lot more than I should,” he breathes, his eyes glazing over with an unsettling intensity. “Get some rest now, Gianna. It’s going to be a long day tomorrow.”

He doesn’t leave; his gaze remains fixed on me, his eyes vacant, as if he’s lost in thought. He seems to be zoning out, his mind elsewhere.

As much as I hate it, I have to admit Luca has gotten more attractive in the three years he has been away. His chiseled jaws are more defined and his golden brown eyes make you feel like you’re staring at the sun. My gaze flicks to his long lashes and full brows. They make him look absolutely sexy.

Oh, God! Stop it, Gianna!

I’m holding myself back from going to him and running my hands through his hair. It has grown longer.

I catch myself and I hate myself for even thinking about how good he looks, but I can’t help it when he is in front of me. Staring at me with those lustful eyes.

His gaze causes a flutter in my belly as my skin tingles, wanting to have the slightest touch from him.

Fuck. This is stupid. I’m more pissed at myself than him for having these thoughts.

After a few unsettling seconds, he turns and leaves, just as silently as he entered, with the glass in his hand.

There’s no one saving me.

***

I’m not sure how long I’ve been here, but it’s beginning to feel like an eternity away from my baby.

I’ve never been away from Sophie this long. It fucking infuriates me that he’s keeping me away from her.

I’ll do anything to be back with her. Even if it means playing with the devil to get what I want. I can tell Luca is still attracted to me, even though he’s been an asshole to me.

He can’t keep me locked in here forever. I’m not fucking letting him. I have to find a way to escape. The thought of seeing my baby again is all I have to fight for now.

I’ll fight to stay alive for Sophie. She’s all I have.

I haven’t seen the sun in days. I’m slowly losing my mind with each day Luca keeps me locked up.

As I hear the door creak open, I adjust on the bed, lifting my dress higher to reveal my thighs.

I can have as much control over Luca with the one thing he wants. I’m damn sure I’m going to use anything to get myself free. Even if I need to seduce him into letting me go.

I try to ignore the aches I feel in my body—the cuffs digging into my wrists. “Luca, is that you?”

It’s been two nights since Luca’s last visit. He has had the guards bring me food and water.

My eyes are planted on the door as I wait patiently for him to walk into the room.

“You’re awake. Good.” His familiar voice fills the room. Luca settles his eyes on my thighs and I watch him. He drags his eyes up my thighs before staring back at me.

Then, the door creaks open again.

Oh, shit.

I’m wondering who it might be. Luca never allows anyone else inside this room when he is here with me.

“Oh my God, Gianna.” Bianca exclaims as she walks into the room and stares at me.

I have no idea how I look now—except for the images I’ve conjured in my head—but I can tell she’s terrified by what I’ve become. What Luca has made me become.

“Wha... what have they done to you?” Her eyes are filled with worry and anger as she rushes towards me, and her face pales with concern.

I groan as she touches me gently. My body stings with pain from the fall and lack of movement.

“Luca. Luca! What the fuck are you doing?!” she exclaims, her voice rising in disbelief. “Have you gone insane?”

Her words are met with silence from Luca, who stands frozen; his gaze is just fixed on me with an unsettling intensity.

“How could you do this to her?”

Luca remains silent.

“Brother!” Bianca looks genuinely concerned, but I don’t let it move me. They are all the same. Fucking monsters.

“Let her out of here, Luca,” Bianca demands, her voice firm. “You can’t keep her like this. She needs help. Look at her.” She exchanges glances between Luca and me.

“She is my prisoner, not yours. Lock the door on your way out.” He shoots me a blazing gaze and turns to leave.

“Luca, this is too much already. Let her fucking go.” Bianca turns back to look at me, her eyes fearful and filled with pity.

“No one...!” Luca’s voice raises in fury. It causes both of us to flinch. He pauses, staring at Bianca with clenched fists. “Not even you can decide what I do with her.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Bianca leaves my side and walks closer to Luca. They are only a few feet away from each other. “Who are you? My brother would never do this.”

She shakes her head. “You're holding Gianna against her will. This...” She gestures with her hand. “This whole revenge-fucked-up plan is turning you into a monster. I’m losing you, Luca.”

His gaze flicks to mine before he turns back to her, his expression unfazed. “I’m doing what needs to be done, Bianca. Stay away from this.”

“It’s been three fucking years, Luca.” She slams her feet to the ground in protest. Angry now. “I’m just as hurt as you are about losing Father and Mother, but Gianna doesn’t have to suffer for their deaths.” She turns to me. “Look at what you’ve done to her.” She stares at me for a moment. Her lips curled downward as she shakes her head.

“I want the fucking truth,” Luca growls instead, his eyes flashing with anger. His face darkens, and his eyes narrow. “I’m doing this for us. For Father and Mother,” he hisses.

“No. You're doing this for yourself because you’re fucking screwed up.” Bianca’s voice is raised in anger as she points at her brother.

“I don’t know who you are anymore.”

Luca stares at both of us, his chest heaving. “There’s nothing going to stop me now, and I’m not nearly fucking done yet.” He storms out of the room without saying another word.

Bianca slaps her hand to her mouth, mumbling an apology to me.

I don’t want any fucking apology. All I want is to get the fuck out of here. I’m exhausted from being held captive here... I’m his prisoner.

I hold myself back from screaming at her. She isn’t saving me. She can’t. Before I can open my mouth to invest in her emotional bank, Bianca runs after Luca, yelling his name.

I’m hoping her conscience pricks her enough to the point of helping me—helping me escape.

God, I hope she does.