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LUCA
Annoyance had me tossing the phone on my desk with a bang. I was already tired and frustrated thinking about all the things on my to do list for the next few days. Not to mention all the unknown situations that would pop up requiring my attention. Telling Becka I would be home late was no doubt going to extend into the next week.
Having her waiting at home for me was new to my schedule. Normally I worked around the clock with no worries of having to split time. I quickly summed up the extra stress it would pile on to make sure I wasn’t neglecting her. It was a lot. Shit.
I ran my fingers through my hair with agitation, something I had been doing a lot more of lately. Pushing back the worry I sat tall in my desk. I am Luca Fucking Morietti. Focus. The more I focused the faster I could get done.
Time to work.
* * *
“I don’t give a shit what the hold up is. Just get it done or it will be your ass.” I slammed my phone down on the desk, tempted to pull out my gun and blast the thing into a million pieces.
Extremely busy didn’t begin to describe what my schedule had been like for the last week and a half.
After the first morning of texting Becka I would be home late I came home at three o'clock in the morning, woke her up as requested, and pleasured her to full satisfaction— after she gifted me with a mind numbing blowjob. Then I proceeded to fall asleep not thirty-seconds later. The next morning I was up and gone before she woke.
Now, over a week had gone by and we’d barely spoken to each other.
Being so disconnected from Becka was wreaking havoc on me and I couldn’t seem to get control. Matteo had returned days ago but the list of things requiring our attention only increased.
Arrangements for the meeting with the Irish and MC were top priority, but there was still a shit load of normal business dealings and operations to contend with. All legal business had to flow smoothly in order to successfully cover the illegal activity. And because the universe hated me, it picked now for things to be crazier than usual. This was the first time I truly loathed how much time and energy my job demanded.
I continued to become increasingly frustrated and edgy, snapping at everyone within close proximity when I felt I was being held up from completing my next task. Matteo was just as busy, but he had spent three days with his new bride without interruption— thanks to me. I had only been able to dedicate a single day to spending quality time with Becka, and I could tell it was already pulling at the sensitive cords of our relationship.
My face scrubbed against my hands as I propped my elbows on the desk, thinking about the changes I had been noticing in her. Becka’s energy flattened out to tolerance. For the few minutes we did get to spend together I could see the fog of unspoken concerns surrounding her. Making time for her was something I wanted to do more than anything but neglecting my duties was not an option.
The door to my office swung open without a knock. My head whipped up. “What the fuck!” I yelled, ready to full on combust.
“Wow, someone is wound tight.” Matteo’s smooth voice offered nothing of offense.
“Shit. Sorry.” I leaned back in my chair.
Matteo lowered himself into the chair across from me, smoothing out his perfectly tailored suit, eyeing me closely. “What’s up with you?”
“What do you mean?” I’m pissed as hell, that’s what!
“You’re on edge. Walking around like you want to kill someone. I heard you stabbed Davide in the shoulder.”
“That was clear back at the wedding. Davide put his hands on Becka. I was going to tell you but didn’t want to disturb your time off.” Your welcome.
He nodded in appreciation, his gaze dropping into his lap, his mouth pinched with thought. “Still. Something is going on. Becka still holding out on you?”
My entire body stiffened at the question. The topic was not one we had discussed in a while— since the dinner. Even though Becka wasn’t holding out on me, the question couldn’t have come at a worst time.
“No. She is not holding out on me. But I’ve been too damn busy the last week and a half to have more than a five minute conversation with her every other day. I stopped waking her up for sex when I get home. I feel like a complete asshole when all I do is fuck her and then leave. So, you could say it’s been a few days.”
Matteo blew out a sympathetic exhale. “I know the feeling, so I understand, but you have to get your head on straight. You’ve been twisted up at every meeting we have gone to the last couple days. It adds to the tension. Makes my job harder. Your job is to make mine easier.”
I scrubbed a hand down my face, feeling the uncharacteristic stubble on my jaw. “I know. Sorry brother. It’s just that I can feel progress with her slipping away. Arianna knew what she was getting into. Becka is learning the hard way. Doesn’t make things easy on me either.”
“Your sinking deep, aren’t you brother?” I just stared at him, I didn’t feel the need to reply to what I know was a rhetorical question.
Silence stretched though the room. Matteo’s eyes studied me intently.
“Go home Luca. I’ll close up tonight. Go see your wife. Get some rest.”
“Are you serious man?”
“Yes. You need it. And I need you to do it. Hopefully you come back more put together and I won’t have to worry about you losing your shit at an inopportune moment.” His lips tipped into a teasing grin.
“Thanks brother.” I couldn’t leave fast enough. It was a miracle I didn’t get a dozen speeding tickets on the way home. It was a few minutes after eleven o’clock, the earliest I had been home in well; forever is what it felt like. I was exhausted, but didn’t plan on catching up on sleep when I got there.
