Mob Princess

Chapter Eleven

Alice

Someone’s screams were echoing off the walls. But it took me a few seconds to realize they were mine. Yet I couldn’t seem to stop. It had all happened so quickly it was a blur. The man stepping out of the shadows his gun pointed directly at my head.

Everything seemed to slow to an agonizingly slow pace, even when Luca pushed me behind him, sending me stumbling to the ground it seemed to happen in slow motion. As if I was an onlooker to someone else’s story.

Except it was me screaming.

And I couldn’t seem to stop.

The man was on the ground now, curled up on himself as Luca’s foot made contact with his ribs over and over again. Each kick more vicious than before.

“Point a gun at her will you” There was a babble of profanity in both English and Italian but the sound of something snapping. It was that sound that roused me.

Luca was going to kill him.

“Luca” I crawled towards them, the concrete cutting into my knees and palms. “Luca stop” I reached for the leg of his well-tailored trousers. And there was so much rage in his face as he looked down at me that his beautiful amber eyes seemed almost black.  “Luca please”

He gave one last kick and the man grunted before turning to me.

“Are you hurt?”

I couldn’t get the words out, great heaving sobs overtook me as he gathered me into his arms, Not caring that his designer suit would be ruined from kneeling on the floor.

“Alice, sssh its ok” he was pressing my body against his, my mascara streaked face against his chest.  But I couldn’t seem to stop shaking. Not even when he slipped his jacket off and over my shoulders. “It’s ok Alice, it’s over. No one is going to hurt you”

The elevator pinged open behind us and Stefano stepped out, followed closely by two other men. All had guns drawn and I cried even harder.

What the hell had I gotten myself into.

“We got here as soon as we cou…”

“Put the f*****g guns away” Lucas voice was deadly. “Youre scaring her”

Who was this man who had saved me? I didn’t know whether to thank him or be even more scared of him than the gun wielding maniac. Luca Moretti was dangerous. He hid it well. With his charming smiles and gentle kisses but this Luca Moretti.

This Luca scared me.

“Is she hurt?” Stefano was balancing on the balls of his feet, his fingers reaching, and I cowed back.

“Just scared I think” Luca said something in Italian I didn’t understand. “Take care of this, I’m going to get her out of here”

I didn’t want to dwell on what he meant by Take care of this.

“I’m taking her to my room, clean this up” and then we were back in the elevator and I watched as he used a card key and punched in some numbers. Not that my brain registered any of it. I knew I was in shock. Everything was so messed up in my head.

“Where are going?”

“Penthouse” His face was stony.

Why wouldn’t he look at me? Had I done something wrong? Was he mad?

He didn’t say one word the entire ride up, he didn’t even look at me.

“Luca why are you mad at me?” My voice was raspy, pitiful.

“What?” He looked at me then as he strode into the biggest hotel suite I had ever seen. I had a vague impression of space lots and lots of space and floor to ceiling windows before he tipped my head up to meet his.  His piercing gaze sweeping over my face. “Why would you think I’m mad at you?”

I just sobbed harder.

“Oh, baby I’m not mad at you, I’m mad at the entire world that someone thought they could hurt you to get to me” His fingers were soft, softer than they had ever been.  “But not at you, never at you Alice”

“You could have got shot for me” The realization had hit me suddenly. The feel of his strong body as he stepped in front of me.

“It wouldn’t be the first-time baby” He strode further into the room. “But I would never hesitate to take a bullet for you Alice, you have to know that”

I let his words sink in for a second. 

He was a hero, a dangerous, seductive hero.

I crushed my lips to his, my arms pulling him down to my level as my hands tangled in the hair at the back of his neck.

“Alice” His voice was a growl, a warning.

“Be quiet”

I heard him chuckle.

This was nothing like our earlier kisses, my lips were desperate, my hands more so as I tugged at the buttons on his shirt.  I needed to touch him. To feel his skin on mine. A half crazed mewling sound erupted out of my mouth. His kisses weren’t enough, I needed more.

It was only when my teeth nipped at his ear lobe that he seemed to get the message.

“Are you sure?” His eyes were blazing as he laid me down on the white leather sofa, hovering.

“Just stop talking Luca” I grabbed at his hand, bringing it firmly down onto my breast.

“Fanculo” His lips were on my neck, one hand holding my head in place, fisting the hair at my Knape as his other hand squeezed my breast and my heart thumped against my chest. “You need to be sure Alice, because if we start this, I won’t be able to stop”

I groaned. Why the hell was he still talking.  Pushing at his chest I made him move and clambered over him. My already tiny dress rising up to my hips as I straddled him. And the look on his face made something deep inside of me clench tight.

I pulled the dress over my head, tossing it away.

He blew out a breath, as his eyes swept over my body but somehow, I didn’t feel self-conscious. I felt beautiful. And whether or not this was some f****d up result of almost being shot it was all I wanted.

I wanted Luca Moretti inside of me.

“My god you are beautiful”

I barely heard him; my fingers were trembling so much it was hard to unbutton his shirt. “This needs to come off” I tugged helplessly at it. Why were men’s buttons so tiny?

“Here” He made short work, his eyes never leaving my face.

His chest was just as perfect as I knew it would be, and for a second I froze. He was too perfect. To perfect a man for a flawed woman like me. As if he sensed my hesitation, he reached for me again.

“You are beyond beautiful right now Alice”

It was like he could read my mind and I relaxed into his arms. Breast threatening to spill out of the green satin cups as they mashed against the solidness of his chest.

His mouth was hot on mine, scorching almost. Our kisses turning frantic as we clawed at each other.

I loved the taste of him.

But it wasn’t his lips I wanted to taste.