13.Alin
Alin
The four of us head up to Luca’s apartment, Luca is still gripping my hand and pulling me forward forcefully as we enter the apartment. The door slams shut behind us, and we all stand in a tense silence.
After what feels like an eternity, Luca finally turns to Mariano. “This has to be done tonight,” he asserts. Mariano nods, and I try to free myself from Luca’s grip, but he seems reluctant to let go.
However, when he realizes he’s still holding my hand, he quickly releases it, almost as if I caught him doing something wrong. Then, he turns and walks away.
In a split second, Luca and Mariano disappear into a room on the apartment’s first floor, locking the door behind them. I sigh and look at Cora, whose color is slowly returning to her face now.
“I hope you have a detailed explanation to give me. I’m not letting it go this time; you’re going to tell me everything,” I say, surprising even myself at the coldness in my voice, but I’m determined. She nods sadly, avoiding eye contact, and we sit down on the couch in the living room.
“You’ve gotten involved with some very dangerous people,” she says after a few moments of silence. “And it’s not your fault,” she quickly adds, stating a fact we’re both aware of.
“I already figured that out. I want a more detailed explanation,” I reply impatiently.
“Mariano is going to be very angry that I’m opening up about this to you, and Luca might even punish me for it because once you know, there’s no way for you to escape.
But I know you might be in danger now, and you’ll find out sooner or later,” she says and sighs, intending to continue but clearly struggling to share the information.
“Cora, stop talking!” Mariano commands in a harsh tone from the other side of the room, approaching us with the cold business look only the Spallo family could wear.
She looks back at him, surprised at his quick reaction, but immediately protests, “Mariano, she needs to know. She’s at risk now too. ”
Mariano’s gaze softens as he looks at her closely.
“It’s not your place to tell her; it’s Luca’s responsibility,” he says and then turns to me.
“Alin, come with me,” he requests, his empty stare sending cold waves down my spine, making me even more impatient with all this tension.
Mariano leads me to the room where I saw them enter earlier. He opens the door using his fingerprint, revealing a wide conference room. In the center is a large oval table surrounded by chairs, and to my right is a large desk where Luca is currently sitting, engrossed in his phone.
I cautiously approach Luca, while Mariano immediately leaves the room, closing the door behind him. I look at Luca, who finally lifts his head from his phone, and our eyes meet.
“Luca, enough with our battling. Explain to me what the hell is going on here,” I plead, my voice now desperate.
He stands up and immediately asks, “Can you handle the consequences of what you’re about to hear?” His voice is cold, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Yes,” I reply without hesitation, impatience lacing my tone. I just want to understand what’s happening around me and why those men were after Luca to the point of trying to hurt me.
“I’m part of Cosa Nostra, the Italian mafia. I’m the Capo of New York, and the son of the Capo dei Capi,” he says slowly, emphasizing each word so I grasp every detail. But I don’t understand.
“What’s a mafia?” I ask, and immediately realize it’s something I should know by the frustrated and angry look that replaces his usual icy expression.
“How can you be so naive? I shouldn’t be dragging you into all this!” he says, slamming his fist on the table. It seems like he’s talking to himself because it doesn’t sound like a question for me.
“Luca, as I explained, my life hasn’t been normal. I’ve lived under the radar for almost twenty years,” I remind him, pushing him to explain his statement further.
He sits me down on the chair in front of his desk and begins to explain how the mafia is structured, what they do, and how they control territories. He tells me about their drug operations, prostitution, weapons, and their enemies.
I’m appalled by his words, but they don’t instill fear in me. I’ve faced worse things in the ocean.
He finishes and adds, “Now, you’ll have to face the consequences of what I told you. From this point on, you’re part of the mafia. The only way out is in a coffin,” he warns, and I can’t hold back my laughter, letting it burst out.
Luca gives me a curious look, raising an eyebrow. I quickly respond, not giving him a chance to continue. “What exactly am I joining the mafia as, a whore in your club?” I spit out scornfully.
“You people are insane, but keep doing what you do. I, however, am going back to my tiny apartment now,” I declare as I rise from the chair.
“Are you done laughing?” he asks calmly, unfazed by my declaration. Without waiting for an answer, he continue s, “You won’t leave this apartment without the close escort of one of my security personnel, only the top ones I assign to you.”
It seems he didn’t listen to a word I said.
“What do you want from me exactly?” I try to calm down and think clearly, figuring out how to get out of this mess.
“You don’t need to do anything. You’re like a sister to Cora, so you’ll stay in my apartment.
I give you my word that no one here will harm you or touch you against your will.
We’ll find a role for you,” he says, sitting back down.
I sigh, deciding that this battle is likely lost for now, but I give my final protest. “And why can’t I stay in my apartment? ”
“You’re currently at risk because of me. The Bratva have figured out you’re mine, and they’re hungry for revenge. You’re staying here, at least until this mess is sorted out,” he declares.
I could explain to him why I don’t need protection.
I could show him my secret. It seems he’s opened up to me about his, and if I understand him correctly, that’s a huge risk he took.
But the fear of exposing my secret to him could endanger both me and him, something neither he nor anyone in the mafia could handle.
On the other hand, Luca took a risk by revealing his secret to me, which means he trusts me to some extent. Instead of seething with anger about the situation he’s put me in, I find myself feeling more affection toward him.
But what if he doesn’t accept me? What if it shocks him enough to expose me, I will break and his trust in me would shatter. I can’t let that happen. I relent and nod in agreement. I guess I’ll have to play along.
His expression immediately softens, and for the first time, I see his gentle side. He reaches out and takes my hand, which was resting on the table, massaging it in circles. He seems to be trying to comfort me, but his gaze becomes hungry as it falls on my torn romper.
My heart pounds, and my body awakens instantly at his touch.
It seems we both understand what we need right now.
He stands up from his chair, steps toward me quickly, and lifts me onto the table.
His lips lock onto mine in a hungry kiss.
The fact that I’m not wearing panties is certainly convenient right now.
Luca lifts the torn piece of fabric that has become a dress, revealing my naked body and freeing my breasts from the cloth.
His eyes gleam and I take his shirt off.
“You’re going to kill me,” he whispers, undoing his belt.
As his pants fall to the floor, I reach out, pulling down his boxer briefs in one swift motion, eager and expectant. His large, throbbing erection is right in front of me, and I pause, looking at him, at his perfect naked body, drinking in the sight hungrily.
I lean forward a bit on the table, teasingly letting my tongue trail over the tip of his erection.
He responds with a moan that encourages me to continue.
I take him deeper into my mouth, playing with my tongue and sucking.
His moans grow louder, and in one swift motion, he pulls his dick out of my mouth, grabs a condom from the drawer, slips it on quickly, and pushes it in at once forcefully, making me gasp.
His size fills me, and it takes a second to get used to it.
He starts pounding into me with a fierce intensity, claiming me like a wild animal.
He grabs my hair, pulling it back causing me to moan his name loudly, my voice echoing in the room.
He responds by increasing his pace, each thrust more forceful than the last. His mouth finds my nipple, sucking and nibbling, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
I’m dizzy, climbing to my peak, and the release comes quickly.
“Luca,” I whisper his name as my long-awaited orgasm washes over me, my body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. He followed right after, both of us panting and flushed. Our eyes lock, a shared look of satisfaction and intimacy passing between us, our breaths slowly returning to normal.
“As I said, you’re mine,” he murmurs in a low, slow voice, his tongue teasing my still-sensitive nipple, sending shivers through my body. He just said I am his? Just as quickly, he bites down hard, and a sharp moan of pain escapes my lips.
“What are you doing?” I push him away, yelling and massaging the sore spot.
He smirks mischievously. “That’s your punishment for wearing that revealing dress at the club and walking around half-naked in front of my brothers,” he says, continuing, “You’re mine now.
This body belongs to me.” He points up and down my body, and while my mind rejects his primitive claim, my body seems to respond positively.
“I am not yours, Luca,” I say, trying to appeal to his reason.
“You are mine,” he repeats. I sigh and decide to stay quiet, having already decided to play his game for now.
I scan his body again, biting my lower lip. He is the embodiment of masculinity. Three long, parallel scars run across his muscular chest, with smaller scars on his ribs. The scars have disrupted some of the tattoos on his chest. Yet, they only add to his rugged beauty.
Now that I know who this man is and what he does, why does my hunger for him only grow?
There’s a knock on the door, and I quickly pull the torn outfit down and stand up. Mariano enters without waiting, his serious expression turning amused when he sees us.
“I leave you two alone for a few minutes, and this is what happens…” he teases and laughs. Luca doesn’t seem to care that his body is exposed and I can feel my face redden with embarrassment.
Mariano quickly changes the subject, and I breathe a sigh of relief.
“Is everything ready?” Luca asks Mariano, who nods in response.
Luca looks pleased with the arrangement, though I still don’t understand what’s going on.
“What’s happening here?” I look at Luca and ask curiously.
“They started a war. We’re going to end it,” Luca replies decisively, and I begin to grasp that they’re going to put themselves in danger tonight.
I don’t ask any more questions, not expecting any further answers. I leave the room, slamming the door, leaving them to continue their discussion alone. It seems the bubble Luca and I created a few moments ago has vanished.
Instead of feeling satisfied and moving on as I expected, I find myself craving more of the tsunami that has entered my life.