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Luka
Istoodtherewatching her, pissed off that some guy had her, and was still walking around this complex. Watching her every day, knowing he had her. And she still had feelings for this asshole?
I watched her face change from anger to lust when I called her a good girl. A smile crept into my lips. “You like being called a good girl?”
I watched her swallow, pressing herself harder into the wall behind her. “No.”
“Oh, I think you do. And you can deny it all you want, but you want me.” I ran the tips of my fingers down her neck, and across her collar bone. “I want you too, but like I told you. I will not give it to you, if you want it, you’re going to have to take it.” I took two steps back. “I will find out who he is, though.”
I was toying with her and enjoyed it much more than I should have. I loved seeing her get all worked up. I could tell she wanted to kiss me as badly as I wanted to kiss her. It took everything in me to not press my lips to hers right there, to pick her up, take her to the bed and have my way with her. I had promised mom I would try to learn to love her, and from what these last few days had taught me, she was not going to be an easy woman to love. And yet when she said she had been with another man, I was furious. I wanted to kill him, whoever he was. The fact that he was still around and could potentially take her right under my nose had me reeling.
I walked over to the couch and started getting the blankets laid out to sleep.
“Here.”
I turned around to see her standing there, my phone in her hand. “Thank you.”
She nodded and walked over to her side of the bed, turning off the table lamp, and scooting in under the covers. She rolled over and looked at me, the two of us staring at one another for a moment. I thought that maybe she wanted me to join her in the bed, and I wanted nothing more than to do just that.
I stared at her for a moment longer before laying down and pulling the covers up over me. I rested my hands under the back of my head as I stared up at the ceiling. I had been angry about this guy, but I was also thinking about Charlie again. Thinking about the closed-off, hard man my brother had become since the day Stefano betrayed him in the worst way possible. The look of pure horror on his face when he realized he could do nothing to stop what was happening. The broken look on his face when we finally thought we had found her, only to be left with another dead end. Sleep was going to be hard to find tonight.
***
When I woke from another restless night, Alora was still in bed. The blanket had been kicked down to her feet. Her black tank top had ridden up as she slept, the small of her back bare to me. I fought the urge to climb in behind her and kiss my way up her back to her neck. I rounded the bed. She was clinging to a pillow so tightly like she was scared that at any moment someone would come and rip it away from her. I could see her eyes moving behind her eyelids, she was dreaming. She looked beautiful, her hair partially covering her face, I couldn't resist. I walked over, knelt, and beside her pushing the hair out of her face and behind her ear. Her body jerked, a whimper escaping her lips. “No,” she said so lightly I wouldn't have heard if I hadn't been right next to her, “please.” Her breath hitched in her chest, “Please don't.” A tear fell from her eyes.
“Alora, wake up. You’re having a nightmare.” I ran my hand across her cheek. “Wake up.”
Her eyes jerked awake. Her legs came up and she kicked me so hard that I flew backward onto the ground. You’d think I’d learn my lesson. She scrambled her body up to the headboard, fear washed over her face, her body shaking. “Don’t fucking touch me.” She screamed, tears pouring from her cheeks.
“Alora, it's me, Luka.” I stood up and slowly walked towards her, hands up at the side of my head. “You’re okay, it was just a nightmare. You’re safe.”
I watched her chest rise and fall quickly. She jerked her head back and forth, looking around the room. Her face jerked back towards me, she started to calm down. I slowly made my way to the bed, sitting down on the edge. I reached out for her, she jerked away shaking her head. “Ok,” I raised my hands again. “Do you want to talk about it?”
She shook her head and rolled off the edge of the bed on the other side and walked toward the bathroom.
“Alora, wait.”
“I told you not to tell me I was safe.” She walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
I walked and stood at the door, pressing my hand to it as a sigh escaped my lips. I had seen this before when Arturo and I would get girls out. Something really bad had happened to her. The shower turned on and I could hear her crying. I walked to the closet, throwing on a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and tennis shoes. I made my way out of the bedroom and down the stairs. I turned to the left and banged on Gabriele’s office door before walking in. No one was there. I turned and made my way back to the foyer. A young woman walked through carrying a bucket of cleaning supplies. “Where is Gabriele?”
“He left this morning.” She replied.
“Where did he go?”
She shook her head. “I’m sorry sir, I don’t know.”
I sighed and nodded. “Who is in charge when he is gone.”’
“I am.” I turned to see Maximo standing there. “I need to talk to you, now.”
He looked at me and shook his head. “Come.” I followed him into Gabriele’s office. “What did you need to talk to me about?”
“What the hell has happened to Alora?”
Panic flooded his eyes. “What do you mean, where is she?”
I stopped and looked at him for a moment. I wasn't expecting that kind of reaction. “She’s fine, she’s upstairs,” I paused and looked at him. “You genuinely care about her, don't you?”
