I hang up the phone in a panic, roughly letting it crash down on to the counter.
"No, no, no, he can't find me!" I cry out as I scurry back towards my bedroom where I plan to retrieve a suitcase and leave again.
A creak of floor boards sound behind me. "But I already did, Maria"
I hear the door close. I look over and see Luke standing there in all his glory of finding me.
As he starts to walk up to me, I back into the wall, shielding myself with both my hands so I don't have to look him in his icy blue eyes.
I eventually hit the wall and he puts both of his arms up by me, making a barrier.
He chuckles evilly. "So, how has Maria been? Did your boyfriend fuck you as good as I do?" He asks, stroking my face with a rough thumb.
I shed a tear as I look to him. "I- I never even kissed him, I swear!" I panic.
He nodded. "Good, good..." he says, getting his face closer to mine. "Because you're mine!" He grabbed my arm tightly in his la
Luke's POV"Maria?" I call out to her as I watch her peacefully sleep in the arm chair a few feet from the end of the bed. Even with one whole side of a bed there just for her, she stills decides to curl up in my arm chair with the blanket that I use each night. It was a blanket that my Mama had knitted for me just before she had went missing... I use it as an extra cover on the cooler nights.Sighing, I approach Maria, placing my hand against the small of her back a crouch down in front of her.She's so beautiful when she sleeps... I can barley even sit here still without wanting to stroke her locks and plant lustful kisses on her sweet, reddened cheeks.Suddenly, her body begins rustling from underneath my blanket and her soft green eyes blink open in surprise. "What are you doing, Luke?" she groggily question as she stirs awake and sits up in the arm chair. Coming to a full sitting position, she winces in pain, placin
“Oh god Bethany!” I gasp, looking down at her bleeding and pale body.She peers up at me, nothing but desperation in her sad brown eyes. “Please, Maria… help me…” she groans, looking down at the pool of blood between her legs.Nodding hurriedly, I bend over and help her up off of the ground and begin guiding her into the house and towards the living room.As we slowly move towards the living room, I begin to feel cramping on my lower stomach."It's just Braxton Hicks.. It's just Braxton Hicks." I whisper to myself, trying not to worry Bethany anymore.Bethany groans in pain the whole entire way there, clinging to her lower stomach and tears flowing down her cheeks. And oh god.. there’s so much blood by the time we reached the living room.I put her down on the big leather couch and and sit down on the coffee table in front of her, sighing deeply.She screams loudly again holding her stomach
"What's going on?" I question as I enter Luke's closet, watching him as he quickly strips from his brown, loose-fitting t-shirt to a snug black one.He now has on a completely black outfit and begins loading guns, not even hesitating to stuff them in his back pockets along with a few knives.Wh-what in the world?"Oh my god.. are we being attacked?" I stammer, gapping down at all the deadly weapons in front of me.Luke turns towards me, pockets loaded with handguns and an assault rifle slung around his broad shoulders."Don't worry, I've got it under control,"He assures, giving me a look that should make me feel safe but I only feel worse because the pain in his eyes are so prominent.
Luke's POVEverything was a blur after the explosion.All I remember is seeing my so-called brother standing in front of me, then another injecting me with cold fluid that almost immediatley had me drifitng off to sleep.Now I'm trying to fight the darkness that surrounds me but it just won't brighten. All I can feel are bound tied around each limb of my body, keeping from just barley breathing."Are the knives sharpened?" One asks."All ready, boss," Another answers."Alright, wake him up," the first voice orders.Ice-cold water is poured over me, wkaing me up fro
Beep... Beep... Beep That's the only sound that I could hear. And my god it was pissing me off. But that sad thing was, all I could see was blackness and I could move a finger. I wasn't even breathing on my own, a machine was doing it for me. Then, someone entered the room. The beeping on the monitor started to speed up and the person rushed over to me. "Shh... it's okay, it's me, your nurse." The person said gently patting my hand. The beeping slowed to a steady rhythm and I felt fine again. I heard the ruffling
Maria's POV It's been almost a month now. A month of complete silence between me and Luke other then the casual words like, "excuse me, please" and "I'm going now". He took me out of the hospital only a day or two after my disaster of a breakdown happened inthe NICU. Our house is currently being repaired and rebuilt, so Luke's taken me to his house in Italy where his family is. It's, of course, a mansion, as you would expect. At the moment, i
A few weeks later..Maria's POVAfter spending almost 2 months in Italy, the construction on the house was now complete so we could go home and be safe there.We are currently in Luke's private jet back to New York while I stare out the small window at the land below me, seeing all the cars and buildings slowly become like little insects the higher we fly.I still felt like shit everyday of the week. I don't know if I can ever be happy again after losing my baby. What if my parents hate me forever now? They wanted me to produce the heir in the first place to secure whatever ties they have with Lukes family.... But now? Now I've failed and I can't undo what I failed, and I don't think I ever want to be pregnant again.Another pregnancy would only worsen the pain knowing if another came out healthy and well while I had failed another... Or if I killed another...--Luke's POV
Maria's POVIt's been a week since we've moved back here.Luke hasn't been to work as much and does what he needs to do on his computer here at home.I've mostly laid in bed all day everyday for the past week, staring at the wall in front of me thinking that if Luke had never found me, my baby would still be here.I don't know how I feel about Luke at this point. He's been here for me the past few weeks, but I don't think he cares too much about me. He just cares about the body that has to carry his children."Maria." I hear a low voice say.My gaze on the wall shifts to the voice quickly and I sit up in bed."Y-yes?" I say softly."We're going out tonight. We leave at 7." He says about to leave but I stop him."W-what? Where are we going?" I panic.He sighs and walks over to the bed, sitting down beside me. "We're going to one of my clubs. You've been cooped up in this house too long, it's time y