Lucien’s pov. I watched Maria from the corner of my eye, with that prick Vince Trevi-fucking- sani. He had finally made his move on her. he has had his eyes on her since we entered the room, in fact everyone had their eyes on Maria when we entered the room. I don’t blame them for their curiosity filled stares and quick glances, tonight is the first time they have seen her. Until now they had known of her but not known a face to pair with the name and as usual Maria was completely oblivious to the attention she gains when in a room. I myself have been watching her every chance I get. I have been uneasy about tonight, it has been many of years since we have invited so many of our business associates into our home all in the same night, the last gathering of sorts was held by our parents. To have these people so close to Maria has me wishing I could have somehow removed her from this scenario. Although if that was to have happened there would be rumours

Lucien’s pov- I buckled my belt back up, watching Maria slide her panties back up and over her now red marked thigh before covering the site from my eyes as she fixed her dress into place. I was rough with her, a little too rough, not holding back as I relentlessly gave her what she had asked for. The visible red marks left upon her hips, ass cheeks and thighs from my grip not only made me swell with proud possessiveness but swallowed me with a rage aimed only towards myself at the fact I had hurt her enough to leave marks upon her beautiful body. “Did I hurt you?” I asked snaking my arm around her waist and softly placing a kiss to her shoulder, as gently as I possibly could. she giggled as she looked back at me through the mirror, I didn’t understand why she was laughing but I loved the sound, her glare and smart mouth was one thing but her smile? Her smile was everything. I raised a brow at her amusement, “no Lucien, I

Marias pov- I screamed, I screamed and screamed everything that I had as Rocco dragged me away, dragged me just as he was instructed, forcing me through the house, passing door by door as we made our way in the direction of the garage. Where was he taking me? I couldn’t care I was fighting him on it, I was fighting with everything I had to free myself. My family needed me, my brother was dead and my best friend too I wasn’t stupid enough to believe she could be saved from a wound as ghastly as that. I hated Rocco, I hated him for obeying such an order. I hated Lucien for giving that order, he had nor has the right to make that decision. I should be with Aimee; I should be there to hold her and comfort her in her pain. She is scared I know she is, I’m scared, she needs me, she needs me to not let her die alone. Rocco came to a rapid halt his grip easing as he spun me swiftly to face him. He was so passive, his facial features so blank.  “Maria, Ima ne

Marias pov- The sound of a buckle made my head whip back up to face Vince just in time to see him pull his belt from around his waist. The black leather shining with the silver buckle. Fear and dread washed over me as the blood drained from my body. Fear at his action, the slow motion as he bent the belt folding it in half, fear of the dark mask upon his face that now replaced the once welcoming one. This man was unhinged, a psycho if he thought he could just come in here insisting I was his wife because our fathers had made a deal twenty years ago. “Vince” I managed to croak out through trembling lips, the not knowing his intentions was the front of my fear. Was he the type of crazy to rape a woman or the type of crazy for something else, I did not know because the reality that he doesn’t seem to have grasped is that I do not know him. He brought the belt down harshly across my upper arm, the piercing scream that rang from my lungs a

Lucien's Pov-  I rounded the house with a determination and fury. So much fury and worry gripped at me, tugging me down and drowning me. My mind was realing and seething with the flood of so many different emotions. I was not used to this, I didnt feel pain, I didnt feel fear, I never feel sorrow or greaf. never in my life...But now, now I feel it all and im feeling it all at once.Rocco’s car was still parked in the garage meaning they had not left. They had not left as instructed, the plan prepared by myself and Rocco not in motion. The plan designed to keep maria safe with the off chance that something like this was to go wrong tonight. I pushed the door open making my way through the garage, and just like Diego I wanted blood. I want Trevisani blood.“I want eyes on them now” I fired an order again; Maria was in trouble I could feel it in my bones and the still parked car in the garage was only a con