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Chapter Nine
Luca
I sit on my wooden chair, glancing down at Elena’s phone, scrolling through what seems to be her entire life. And boy, what a bore it is. Her father definitely kept her on a tight leash, even though I can tell she hated every bit of it. It only makes me wonder if she’s just as mouthy with him as she is with me.
I pick up my short glass of tuica and take a hefty sip as I look out the large glass window in my study, which overlooks the clear water of the ocean. The seagulls call in the distance while the waves crashing down onto the beach is a sound I’m used to every day. I live on the Balearic Islands of Spain, a short distance from the Cavalleria Beaches on twenty acres of my own property. All in all, I own one of the most beautiful pieces of land in all of Spain. However, my family has a home in Madrid and another in Barcelona. That is where my family prefers to spend most of their time, on the mainland while I stick to the island. Meanwhile, I can do whatever I choose in my small fortress in the middle of nowhere.
Out of nowhere a text comes through from someone programmed in Elena’s phone named Ivana. I narrow my eyes and tap on the screen, opening the message. I read the message and it seems normal at first asking for them to meet up soon because they have much to discuss, and then Ivana mentions how they’ll take down the clansmen . . . and there isn’t one doubt in my mind with what I’ve just read. I have no problem pretending to be my doting wife after reading the way she’s communicated with them previously. I keep up the same grammar, punctuation and say we can meet in Paris in a week if that works for them. Within a couple minutes I have a response back from Ivana saying that would work, and they’re picking the location. It’s hyperlinked in the text and after I click on it I see it’s a cafe located a block away from the Eiffel Tower.
I’m betting the only reason she chose a location in such a public location is incase either of them decide to fuck the other one over. Plus, it’s in a heavily trafficked location and would make it easy for either of them to get lost in the crowd. Hell, if the shoe was on the other foot I would’ve done the same thing.
I put Elena’s phone safely back in the drawer of my desk and lock it. The only way it can be unlocked is if I scan my hand over it. They even have a thermal security detection so if somehow my hand was below a specific temperature, it wouldn’t open. People will cut off your hand just to get to your goods. I’d love to see a fucker try to open my shit with an ice cold hand. Bet they never think security companies put heat sensors in their software these days. I rise and head down the two sets of stairs until I’m approaching Elena’s room. It’s not really a room, but I don’t like the word cage.
“We’re going to be meeting your friend Ivana in Paris,” I state, sliding my hands into the pockets of my trousers. I look over to her and watch her eyes go wide, seeing her nervousness swarm over her. Shit, she doesn’t even have a reason to be nervous yet.
“She wants to discuss taking the clansmen out with you. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?” I know everything I need to know, but Elena isn’t aware of that.
“I . . .” Elena starts to speak but I put up my hand to silence her.
“You can be quiet now, my dear. You’re going to become a double agent and stop these bitches in their tracks, is that clear? When you meet Ivana and possibly her sister at the cafe, you’re going to gather as much information as possible. I mean everything, whether it’s big or small you’re going to need to remember it and tell me. But you have to play along with these women so they believe you’re going to help them in whatever psychotic plan they’re trying to make a reality.
“Who are you to say what I’m going to do?” Elena barks back at me, raising her eyebrows, trying to assert some sort of dominance. Oh, how she doesn’t realize what I’m fully capable of. I’m about to show her, though.
I dig the key to her cage out of my pocket, insert it into the keyhole and twist and then place my hand on the scanner. Once the door clicks open I charge up to this defiant beast of a woman, wrap my hand around her throat and force her shoulder blades roughly into the iron bars. Glaring at her, I get the first good look at her hazel eyes. The way they start off as a muted green and then dive straight into a deep amber around her irises. So beautiful, but her deceitful ways ruin it a bit for me. “I’m going to speak, and you’re going to shut your fucking mouth until Iletyou know you can say anything,”
Elena opens her mouth, starting to defy me yet again so I take my free hand and shove it over her mouth so her luscious lips are forced shut. She doesn’t know this yet, but I’m a man capable of anything. I’m still being nice to her in a way, not letting her see the darkest of my true colors. “Do you know what their fucking father did to us? I bet you don’t. I bet you don’t have the slightest idea of the betrayal he wanted all the other clan leaders to back him up on. You’re younger than Mariana and considering your father is a priest, I’m going to say you haven’t been privy to what happened to the queen. Allow me to fill you in. Her parents were slaughtered like pigs and she was kidnapped. During this time everyone searched far and wide for her, the only remaining heir to the Vasile line, and the Badescu’s father . . . he wanted everyone else to stop looking for Mariana and vote for him to be the king of the Clans. He wanted all the power. With one action the man showed us who he truly was and we voted to exile him as one of the main families, and inducted another family with loyalty to the Vasile bloodline.”
I remove my hand from Elena’s mouth and take a step back, seeing my hands visibly shaking from the rage coursing through my veins. “Who gives a fuck about Mariana? She’s just a woman who was born into everything glamorous in this world. Surely, something would’ve been taken from her.”
I don’t know how to process Elena’s words . . . not at first, not until the audacity of what she’s said hits me. I look at her in the only dress I’ve given her, the one thing she chooses to wear to offer some semblance of comfort and place my hands at the top of her chest, ripping the material with as much force as I can. I tear at the cloth in the most irate, outraged way. Although, the woman shouldn’t have provoked me like this.
I’m not satisfied until I see Elena’s eyes go wide and her hands instinctively trying to cover her naked flesh. Her breasts are bountiful, round and her areolas are a soft rosy color. I want nothing more than to suck them in my mouth while I plummet my cock deep into her core— but she doesn’t deserve that sort of pleasure. The treatment she’s warranted is to feel violated, exposed and scared just like Mariana did when she was with Jonas. I bring my lips a mere millimeter away from her ear and whisper my words to her. “I know you’re new at this, love . . . but you will learn your place in my house,” I grab her shoulders and shove her down forcefully to her knees, until my crotch is right in her face. She looks to my obviously hardened cock and then peers up through her thick lashes to meet my eyes.
I won’t shove my cock down her throat— at least, not yet. Tangling my fingers in her hair I grab onto her and force her face against my cock, brushing her tanned skin against my trousers and close my eyes, envisioning someone else’s face near my dick. Too bad I won’t ever have her. Stepping back, I release Elena’s hair and look down at her, “You see, Elena, you will always be below me. Until you understand that I don’t have much else to say,” I state, turning and walk out of her cage. I shut the gate, lock it and head up the two flights of stairs until I’m back in my office, safely behind a closed door.
There’s only one other person on the planet who knows this, but Elena fucked with me in a way she shouldn’t have. She made a dig at Mariana, the woman I’ve loved since I was a child. The woman I’ve yet to find anyone able to fill her shoes in my heart.
Mariana Vasile . . . married to a man who should’ve been me.
Freeing my cock from my trousers, I run my hand along the head of my cock, oozing with precum. I don’t suppose it would hurt to ease my pent up frustration . . . better to do it here than bring an ounce of satisfaction to the bitch downstairs who needs to learn her lesson.
