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Luka sat forward, elbows to his knees. “You do, but I wasn't going to say anything until I was able to place where I knew you from.”
He smiled. “You and your brother rescued me along with five other boys and twelve girls four years ago.”
“Michael?” Luka asked.
Lucio nodded his head. “I changed my name and started doing small jobs working my way up.” Lucio turned to me. “Your father's men grabbed me riding my bike nine years ago. They took me to a building with probably twenty other kids. Your father showed up and went through us one by one, looking us over and separating us into different groups. They pumped me full of drugs, took me to some club, and auctioned me off to the highest bidder. I will spare you the details, but the next five years were dark, until Luka and his brother rescued me and the others. I still have friends I am trying to get out. And I am not the only one who was rescued that day that has infiltrated the families and the sex trade going on between all of them.”
I turned and looked at Luka. He smiled and shook his head. “How many of you are there?”
“A dozen or so,” Lucio replied.
“If that is the case, why would you ever want to become a Made Man and become part of this world? You must hate it?”
He shook his head. “I have seen the darkest, most evil parts of this world. I’m not cut out to live a normal life. A marriage, kids, white picket fence?" He sighed. “I’m too messed up. I was put into this world against my will. But You, Luka, and Arturo are changing things, and not all the bosses agree with how some of the families run things. I don’t want to be part of the world Gabriele and Stefano built, I want to be part of the world I believe you; Luka and your allies are building.”
I looked at him and nodded. “We will have the swearing-in ceremony in two weeks. Lucio, I want you to be my personal guard. Are you up for that?”
He nodded. “Yes, Boss. I’d be proud to.”
I smiled and nodded. “Well then, it’s settled. Marco, make sure Lucio here is trained and ready for his new position.”
“Yes, Boss,” Marco replied, standing up and taking Lucio with him.
“Nick, go ahead and get the next few men ready to be interviewed.”
We spent the rest of the day interviewing the men, deciding where we thought they would fit best, and looking for any red flags of men that wouldn't support me. Luka stayed with Nick finalizing a few things while I left them to it.
I made my way out and up the stairs to my room. Marco thought we should take over the Master upstairs, but I wanted nothing to do with the room I had killed Gabriele in. I hopped in the shower, then changed into silk shorts and a tank top. I walked over to my vanity and opened the drawer. I reached into the back and pulled out the collar and handkerchief. I held them in my hands, staring down at them. I had finally done it. Eleven years it took me, but I had finally taken him out.
“You’re beautiful.”
I gasped, turning to see Luka leaning against the door jam.
“Sorry,” he walked over, “I didn't mean to scare you.”
“I was just lost in thought.” I sat the handkerchief and collar down.
He knelt and looked up, running his palm along my cheek. He leaned in and kissed me, lifting me off the chair, and wrapped my legs around his waist. He took me to the bed, laying me down undressing me, and kneeling on the ground at my feet. He kissed the top of my foot, and up my leg before sliding his fingers between my things and pushing deep inside me. I let out a moan, pushing against his hand gripping the blanket beneath me. He continued to push in and out of me before pulling out quickly taking my shorts with him.
He positioned his body on top of mine, looking down at me with dark eyes, before pushing into me hard and fast. I clenched around him, pushing up to meet his thrust, moaning. “Fuck Alora! I swear you were made just for me.” He lifted me, slamming me to the wall, taking me hard and fast. “Aren't you a good girl taking me, clenching around my cock so needy?” He stopped and looked at me.
“Luka!” I gripped his shoulders. “Don’t stop.”
“What?” He laughed, giving me that smirk that did things to my body.
“Luka please.”
“Please what?”
“Fuck me.”
“Good Girl.” He slammed into me over and over my body shaking as I reached climax, clenching tight around him as he released inside me. He walked to the bed, the two of us crashing down.
I laid on his chest tracing my fingers along the vines of his tattoo, up over his shoulder, “Turn to your side.”
He raised his eyebrows then spun to his side, facing away from me. I continued to trace the vines as they wrapped around his shoulder, over and through a set of words tattooed across the top of his back from one shoulder to the other. “What do these words mean?”
He rolled back over and looked at me, tucking a stray hair behind my ear. “La Famiglia è Tutto. It means family is everything. Arturo has the same on his back.” He ran his fingers down my neck, across my breasts, my stomach, and to the tattoo on my thigh. “Tell me about this.”
