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
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Lucien’s pov- I followed Maria as we made our exit from the toilets, watching as she smoothed her palms the length of her dress consciously. I smirked to myself as I watched the blush creep up her neck and return to her cheeks as her eyes land on Rocco standing to the right of the door. She knew he herd but he said nothing sending her a swift nod and resuming in step beside her. He was a good choice for her, he was cocky, and no doubt would be able to handle Maria’s smart ass. I sought out the best in order to keep her safe. He has been watching from a distance for weeks, taking in her regulars and routines in order to build a secure plan for her security. He didn’t specialise in security or personal security for that matter, but his experience wasn’t what had brought him to my attention in the first place. It was his skill, he was quick thinking, fast, kill or be killed mentality, he was an ex-marine soldier. We were risking a lot tonight in
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 I turned seeing Rocco had been shot, his blood smeared to the dark oak flooring as it soaked through his black blazer. He was laying on his back his knees bent to balance as he reached his gun out in front of him in aim for the man at the door. Vince was stood with a smooth smile, that gentle smile he had aimed at me only a short time ago. his gun aimed for Rocco, but his eyes were on me. “Stop, hold fire” I screamed. “Stop, stop, stop” No more death. No more death. I panicked. Vince cocked his head to the side his eyes drifting down my body across the floor to the man lying in front of him. “Please, no more death” I Shakely straightened out my composure. I was trying to be strong but my lips where quivering giving away the fear that I was feeling. “As you wish Bella” Vince said entering the room slowly, a kick to the door and I flinched as the door slammed shut. His eyes slowly flicking b
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 closed my eyes composing my every emotion. Maria’s screams flooding me as she is dragged away from her brother’s dead body. I took my eyes to Marcel as a distraction, his hands no longer attempting a futile attempt to save Aimee’s life, instead he was still as stone, his eyes on Aimee’s now lifeless and sickly pale white face. “no one is to leave” I ordered through my tightly clenched teeth. “Yes sir” I heard followed by the arrival of another voice. “The grounds are secure, what are we to do with the guests” he cleared his throat, “remaining guests” he added in specification. A chuckle past my lips, it was comical. The chaos around was the outcome of an attempt on our lives, who’s specific life I do not know, maybe one of us or maybe all of us. Either way it was one hundred and ten percent clear this meant war. Everyone who was sat at this table could not have been aware of the attempt, if t
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
Maria's POV- “Are you hurt?” he spoke, and I knew he was talking to me, but I couldn’t decipher why he would ask such a question. Was it out of stupidity? Did I look ok? No. Did I look hurt? I sure as hell felt the pain. His eyes darted to Rocco before landing back on me “Is he dead?” he asked, his eyes dipping to the man at my feet. Was his question referring to Rocco or Vince? Either way even a blind man would know someone died in this room by the smell of the blood in the air. “You left me” I spoke, my voice leaving as a croak. He gave the order; I am here because he sent me on this path. “I know, I thought you were safe with Rocco” he said calmly his hands raised in surrender. His eyes for once not portraying his strength. Instead, stormy swirls stared back at me crumbling in an almost panic like as they pleaded with me. It was striking to see something so unusual coming from him I felt
Maria's Pov- Lucien gently tugged at my arms encasing me in his hold with a tight squeeze, pinning me to his chest and leaving no room for me to fight. “I’ve got you” he whispered. “I’ve got you now” he repeated over and over, and I broke into a million pieces as I cried into his chest to thoughts of the night, thoughts of Lorenzo, Aimee and even for some unknown reasons… Vince. A loud pain filled groan pulled me back to my surroundings and I shot away from Lucien’s chest my eyes instantly finding Rocco who was trying to roll his shoulder, the shoulder with the bullet wound. “Get him a doctor” I fired rushing to Rocco’s side, yet again being too caught up in my selfishness that I had let this man bleed for God knows how long while I so selfishly cried a meltdown. “I suppose I’m fired sweetheart” he winced. “Don’t move” I scolded panic stricken as Lucien silently came to my side obser