Luca

I woke early the next morning just as the sun pierced the horizon.  The beauty next to me lay sleeping peacefully on her back, arms poised above her head. One leg straight and the other bent at an angle. The temptation to wake her now was almost overwhelming.  I couldn't.  I had to meet with my father soon.

Something had to be done. I wanted Madison out of her life in the lounge.  It wouldn't be plausible for her to continue that role if she stayed permanently in my life which I'm gathering from our last few conversations, is ultimately what my father wants. Madison needs protection from the business I do and what could go down with the escalating tensions.  I was beginning to care for Madison too much to let her be disposable like the other girls.

No, Madison was different.

Cautiously leaving the bed, I left a sleeping Madison. I showered then dressed in my black suit, white dress shirt and gray vest matching it with a silk burgundy tie in an eldredge knot.  If my father was going to take my dangerous request seriously, I had to dress like I commanded he take me seriously.

While waiting for Jarrett to tell me my father was ready, I made an espresso and drank it slowly while gazing out at the city skyline.  I loved my view.  We were on the outer edge of downtown Los Angeles.  It kept us still a part of the city but we had amazing views from our individual apartments.

I much preferred the view from my personal house in Malibu, but it was expected the family stay close to the business happenings most days and nights.  Until a few months ago, I would go home on the weekends demanding a break from everything "family business."  Something, or rather someone, had kept me wanting to stay here regularly unless business called me away.

Soft, hesitant footsteps sounded through my living room yet without turning, I knew it was Jarrett. I took one more sip, draining the espresso and waited with my back turned to my trusted bodyguard.

"Nikhil è pronto per te," My body guards voice broke my peaceful silence.

(Nikhil is ready for you)

"Andiamo," I answered coolly.

(Let us go)

****
(They are speaking italian to each other)

"Enter!" My father called in Italian after I knocked. 

I squared my shoulders, with chin up, jaw tight as I entered his office closing the door behind me with a quiet click.

"Good morning," I greeted, strolling confidently across the room, hands in my pockets, thumbs poking out.  Nikhil barely glanced up at me from a stack of papers he was reading, scribbling his name at the bottom.

"What is it, Luca?" He groaned on an exhale sounding annoyed I was deigning to interrupt his morning. I stood in front of his desk waiting for the invitation to sit which never came.

"Obviously I wish to speak to you about a...delicate matter," I explained in a low tone.

He harrumphed then finally glanced up at me, brows titled together.  "Everybody wants something.  What do you want?"

"I don't want Madison dancing anymore," I stated cautiously, keeping my confident demeanor calm and tone low while inside my chest, my heart was hammering.

Finally, Nikhil slowly lifted chocolate brown depths up from his papers and dropped his pen dramatically. He leaned back in his chair with fingers steepled. His cold, dark eyes narrowed and studied me for a long moment.

"I purchased her to be entertainment. She has a debt to work off. What do you propose she do instead?"

"You purchased her for me," I reminded him fighting back the anger steadily rising.

"Yes," He ground out.  "While also dancing and providing entertainment from afar for others. What you do with her after is up to you but you know my expectations."

I took a deep steady breath in, slowly releasing it through my nose. I didn't want anyone else seeing her so exposed like that anymore. She should be seen like that only by me.

Nikhil shifted slightly in his chair, smirking as he crossed one leg over the other into a box shape behind his desk.

"Have you slept with her yet?" He asked, his tone amused.

My jaw clenched.  "She is in my bed now," I answered coolly, neutrally, hoping the implication would satisfy.  It didn't.

He sat up swiftly, slammed his palm down onto the desk and yelled, "Have. you. f*cked her yet?" I blinked and stepped back, thrown by his tone and question.

"No." It wasn't his business yet he made it so.

"Why the f*ck not?" He demanded, standing now and leaning across the polished wood desk.

"It's...more complicated than that," I tried to explain.

"How complicated is it to spread her legs and f*ck her?" Nikhil yelled, again slamming his palm on the desk making the items rattle violently.

"She needs to trust me!" I yelled back, lunging at the desk to slam my fist down. "Braydan tried to rape her, she's been groped and gawked at since she was brought here against her will!  Do not assume I'm failing because I want her to not feel used when she is with me!"

Nikhil slowly straightened and his lips curled into a devious smile. I said too much.  He knows.  Now he knows I'm growing to care very much for this young woman who was meant to simply be an easy f*ck until she got pregnant.  I started out with that clear intention and goal the first private session with her.  The way her body moved fluidly, her soft moans in reaction to my touch, tantalizing and tempting, making me hard from just a flirtatious smile.

When I realized she was untouched, still with her innocence, I knew it would break her far too much to be used like that.  She was far too innocent for our dark world.  Especially after her encounter with Brayden. I had requested Madison that night and was waiting in a room but Giselle came in to distract me. I realized later that Braydan had put the whore up to it so he could f*ck Madison.

Giselle pushing Madison off the stage was the last straw. I do not tolerate insolence. I'm glad she's gone. Johanna was a bonus.  Madison would always be in constant danger and that reality terrified me. I don't get scared of anything but the thought of losing her did scare me.  It was still possible even though I would not inherit the title of Don.  Braydan would. Still, the danger never ceases. That gave me another idea.

"Fine," I spat, tossing my arms up in the air dramatically. "She can continue dancing but I want to train her to fight and shoot."

Nikhil's eyebrows raised in surprise.  Good.  He wasn't expecting that.

"No," He grumbled then sat back down and turned back to his papers. I would not be dismissed.

"Not only would it be more bonding time," I reason cautiously, leaning back over his desk again. "She would still be able to work the lounge at night."

"No," Nikhil spat louder still staring at his papers.

"It's necessary!" I shouted, slamming my palm down on the desk now  like he did.  "If Madison is to be a permanent part of this life, our life," My life, "She needs to be able to defend herself.  Without that basic knowledge, she will end up dead just like-"

"Don't you dare say her name!" Nikhil snarled, standing up again. I knew he was livid when the vein in his neck bulged like it was now.

Our eyes locked, green like my mother's locked onto cold dark brown eyes that preceded Braydan's.  We were at a standstill and I was not backing down. He hated being reminded of Giorgia, my precious younger sister. She was murdered by a rival mafia three years ago at only 21. A part of me died with her. As the only daughter, she foolishly had not been trained to fight.  Only to dance, please and serve men.  If she had been trained like Braydan and myself, Giorgia might still be alive today.

"Mafia is in her blood, Luca," Nikhil warned, his tone cold but low. I frowned briefly not understanding his meaning but I hid my confusion and held his gaze. Finally, his eyes dropped and Nikhil sighed heavily. "Fine. You can train her to fight and shoot but if she kills you after you f*ck her, don't say I didn't warn you."

"She won't." With a simple silent nod, I pushed off the desk, turned on my heel and stormed out.

****

The elevator ride up to the penthouse seemed to take tediously longer than usual.  Maybe it was because the last few rides I've had Madison pinned against the wall while feeling up her tempting curves, kissing in those spots that make her musical whimpers.  Yep, I'm hard again.

I took the stairs two at a time, yanking my tie loose and impatiently shrugging off my jacket eager to tell Madison the news. The sight of a still sleeping Madison gave me pause.  She was on her side now, smooth back turned to me but her shirt, or rather my shirt, had ridden up in her sleep exposing her side. The light olive tan hue of her skin glowed under the bright sunlight pouring in from the window. I fought the urge to climb in the bed and wake her up by filling her with my length.

Someday.

Instead, I went straight to the bathroom to take a cold shower. The harsh temperature wasn't doing a damn thing so I had to pull one out under the chilly stream. Madison's sweet whimpers as I brought her to climax last night played in my ears until I busted in the shower.

Emerging into my bedroom in fresh boxers I observed the still sleeping beauty in my bed.  She was on her back again, arms above her head and hair splayed gorgeously around her. I dropped the towel I was drying my hair with and crawled onto the bed like the predator I was.

Before I hovered her, I slowly, cautiously pulled the blankets down to expose her to my view. Legs parted temptingly as she breathed evenly, those ample, soft breasts rising and falling gently.

I started with kissing her ankle, languidly peppering kisses up her left leg while my hand glided up her right. She started shifting when I got to her thighs and I smirked as I kissed at her mound over the boxers. 

The one place I dared pull the boxers down was over her pelvic bone, over my mark.  First, I touched the perfectly healed tattoo with my forefinger then firmly kissed the spot that would forever serve as a reminder that Madison was mine. I hope someday to hear it from her lips. The soft whimper she released made my length harden again.

Up her bare, flat stomach I trailed my kisses, not leaving an inch missed. My hand reached up, guided the shirt up and massaged her bare globe from under the tank top. The feel of her soft, creamy skin on mine was indescribable.

Madison writhed casually beneath me until I finally reached the unattended peak which I promptly took in my mouth. Fingers dove lazily into my hair to which I groaned in appreciation, flicking my tongue over the taut peak before switching to the sister. Her soft moans gained volume and I knew she was beginning to wake up.

I nudged my knee between her legs, settled my hips lower pressing my hardness at her opening as I ground calmly, steadily against her bud. Though both in boxers, I knew she could feel the pressure because her fingers tightened in my hair. It was so tempting to simply ease down both of our shorts and slide right into her slick, dripping heat.

"Ahh, Luca," Madison moaned breathily. She reached her hand down my back and dug her nails in causing me to growl at the pleasurable pain. I deeply desired to hear my name on her lips nonstop all day and night.

"Good morning, Gattina," I chuckled after releasing her nipple from my mouth. "Voglio essere dentro di te." I then dove for her cleavage and kissed my way to that very soft spot on her neck.

(I want to be inside of you.)

She inhaled sharply as a rumble of thunder clashed nearby outside.  Her legs wrapped around my hips tightly pressing me harder against her lower valley.

"Cazzo!" I hissed, feeling my length trying to pierce the fabric between us.

(F*ck!)

Madison rolled her head back at the same time I cursed, softly emitting a breathily groaned "Ohhh."

"It's just thunder, Gattina," I panted above her, needing now more than ever to be buried in her depths.  The sound of heavy rain pummeling my windows filled the silence.  "It's raining outside."

"Hmm," She hummed, closing her eyes and smiling.  "I love it when it rains in LA. It rarely does."

What? I was suddenly filled with raging anger as I sat up to hover over her.

"How do you know we are in LA?" I snapped, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head, ignoring her expression of shock.

"B-bargain Jane's..." She stammered, squirming in a futile attempt to escape my hold. "Is exclusive to...Los Angeles..."

"Is that why you chose that grocery store?" I barked, tightening my hold on her wrists and pushing harder on her center. "Were you going to try and escape me?"

"N-n-no! Ahh!" She gasped. I knew she felt my length push hard against her nub which was exactly what I wanted her to feel.

"Then why?" I seethed, attacking her neck with rough kisses overwhelmed with possessiveness.

Did she want to leave me? She had said repeatedly she wants her freedom.  Would she use my growing feelings for her as a way to escape?  Would she rat us all out to the cops at her first chance?

"Luca, please!" Madison whined. I hate whining.  "You're hurting me! Stop!"

I froze all movements and simply laid above her breathing heavily.  My forehead pressed to her shoulder as I fought back the urge to take her here and now.  Stake my claim.

"Why..." I whispered not daring to look at her. She couldn't see my insecurities. I couldn't bare to see the hurt, the look of betrayal in her sapphire gems. I could already hear it in her soft sobs.

"I-it is my favorite store..." She sniffed, crying because of how I just treated her. Like a cheap whore who is only good enough for pounding out my frustrations and carnal needs. Madison was more, so much more.

"Mi dispiace tanto, Gattina," I groaned against her shoulder, releasing her wrists. Without hesitation she wrapped her arms around my trembling body. "Ti meriti molto meglio di me....Ma non posso lasciarti andare..."

(I'm so sorry, Kitten) 
(You deserve much better than me...But I can not let you go...)

We laid there in silence wrapped in each other's arms.  Madison stroked her fingers through my hair and along my bare back.  I laid my cheek on her bosom, letting the steady sound of her heartbeat soothe my tortured soul.

"Promise you won't tell anyone you know," I asked her softly.

"Promise," She whispered back.  I felt a weight lift off my shoulders.

Every time we took one step forward, something knocked us two steps back.

Aww, poor guy!

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