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Chapter Six
Luca
The helicopter lands on the Ungur estate, and I have yet to process how I feel about the fact that I’m coming back here alone. My parents have long moved on into retirement to their own place. Downsizing and all that people do in old age.
So, the sprawling estate was left to Isaac and myself as well as Annamaria, though she no longer stays here either. She got sick of our antics over a year ago and went to live with her best friend closer to Madrid. Now, it will just be me and all the servants in this place. And Elena, of course; my new wife.
Once the whooping of the propeller stops and my ears adjust, I step out of the helicopter, Elena thrown over my shoulder to carry her inside. She is still out from the chloroform I gave her, and luckily, this was a quick flight. However, I know when I get inside if the room isn’t ready I’m going to have to get more chloroform and do it over again because she’s starting to stir.
She is by no means conscious, but she is beginning to twitch and move around. There’s a good chance when she awakes, she’ll be sick; I want everything to be settled and perfect before that happens so that I can take care of her. The first night of a newly married couples’ life is a special one, and this should be no different. It just won’t be traditional.
Not by a long shot.
I walk onto the estate, glad, not for the first time, that it is completely secluded. Backing up against a private beach, sprawling, with several acres, and made private by the many palm trees surrounding it, this estate is practically a fortress. And now it is all mine. No one to share it with. And it doesn’t make me sad. But then again not much of anything makes me sad anymore.
I am immediately greeted at the front door by Migual, my personal servant. He understands all of my moods and the flavors of my requests. I don’t trust anyone but him, and the first thing I plan on doing after Elena is settled into her new home is to fire everyone except for those that I absolutely need and trust.
Isaac had a huge staff. It was all for show, and I don’t want any of them here. I don’t need them. I can make do with two maids, a good chef, and Migual. That’s all we will need.
I won’t need to be showy considering I’m not the kind of Clan leader who’s going to have people here all the time. And the people that I do have here, well, they’re not exactly going to care about how many servants I have. Their tastes are a little bit… unique.
“Another girl, sir?” Migual asks me, and I nod.
“Yes, but this one is different. We’re actually married. And just so you know, Isaac will not be returning.”
“Oh? Where will Isaac be?”
“Six feet under.” That’s all I need to say for him to understand. It’s for this reason he’s worked with me for so long and survived it. Migual is younger than the rest of my staff, but we’ve known one another for quite a while. Most wouldn’t be trusting of someone this young, but he’s proven his trust to me. And the injury that he bears proves to me more than anything else that he will always remain loyal and not ask any hard questions. “Is theoublietteprepared?” I question him, cursing myself for not calling ahead. But I had other things on my mind, like getting out of there with my new wife before somebody stopped me.
With Stefan, there is no knowing what he would do. He always does what no one expects, which could be dangerous. He’s basically theJack Sparrowof the fucking Clans.
“I will go get the room prepared, if I may have 5 to 10 minutes, sir?” Migual really is the best servant I could ask for, and it would be a shame if I ever lost my temper with him again and end up killing him instead of just slicing off a finger. I really don’t know what I would do without him.
“Yes, that is sufficient.”
I take Elena into the parlor, and I lay her down on the couch. I can see that she is beginning to blink her eyes open. I’m going to have to get her back out fast before she pukes all over the furniture and tries to fight me again. There will be none of that. She is going to learn the rules first before she gets any kind of freedom around here, if she ever does.
I go into the kitchen and locate exactly what I’m looking for. I don’t hide the lifestyle that I lead, I didn’t even hide it from my brother. Though, most of the things I do are kept to the basement, namely theoubliette, as I like to call it. I know that I’m Spanish, but the French word has a ring to it that nothing else does.
Pulling the cloth I had before back out from my tux, I soak it in chloroform once more and take it back over to where Elena is slumped against the couch. I put the rag to her mouth and cover her nose as well, allowing her to breathe it in over and over again, counting to a hundred and 20 seconds. That should be enough.
It usually is.
I look her over and notice how innocent she looks, laying here like this. It’s easy to forget that she just drove a hairpin straight through my brother’s eye and into his brain, killing him almost instantly. And on their wedding night, no less. Not that she didn’t truly do me a favor in that, but that doesn’t mean that her behavior will be warranted inmyhouse.
Now, I get the feeling that she’s going to be hard to contend with. The kind of woman that I’m going to have to train from the beginning. She’s going to have to learn her place here. And her place among the Clans, if this is ever going to work. Because I intend to have it all, no matter what the king and queen think about this new development. Otherwise, I will be forced to do something drastic.
Nothing I haven’t done before, but I would rather not admit failure again.
Migual reenters the room to let me know that theoublietteis ready. I feel a buzz of excitement going through my body as I pick her up over my shoulder again.
As I make my way to the back of the house then to my bedroom where the secret door descending into the basement is located, I change my mind and switch positions, cradling her.
The thing is, thisisour wedding night, whether either of us likes this or not, and she deserves for some of this to be done the right way.
Especially if she is going to be as useful as I hope.
Even if she doesn’t remember it, I will, and one day, I’ll be able to tell her that I did carry her into her new bed this way.
