Chapter 18
Lilly
We made our way back to Luciano’s car and he opened the door for me.
“Uh, Luciano I can’t get into your car with all of this on me.” I pointed at the blood soaking my skin and clothes. I’m pretty sure I look like I’ve just been to war, not that I could care, but that car looks like it costs a lot of money and I’d hate to ruin the seats. The adrenaline was wearing off and I was starting to feel the stress on the muscles I had not used for years. My knuckles were raw, and I’d gotten a couple of hard hits that were starting to pound, but I couldn’t put blood all through his car, that would be rude and there’s no way I could afford to have it cleaned for him.
“Hmm…you’re right” he said as he pulled off his jacket, folded it and placed it in the back seat and then removed his white button–down shirt and slipped
ever me.
the energy to hide it. I tried to take a step up into the car, but I
“Molto meglio” (much better) he said with a wink. I blushed at his actions, and I didn’t have th am short, and my muscles were now stiff, so I accidentally let out a little wine as I did.
“Let me help you” he said as he went to lift me into the car.
“I can do it myself. I’m just a little sore
Ah I know you could, but we had a deal il mio angelo (my angel). I let you fight, and now you let me take care of you.”
Gods, I hope he doesn’t think that he’s going to spoon feed me too. It’s sweet and all but this is uncharted territory for me.
He reached over and put my seat belt in place before placing a kiss to my temple and closing the door and getting into the driver’s seat. The drive was silent. and I was thankful for that. I know he has questions, and something tells is I’m not going to be able to keep them from him. I’m tired of hiding, and for once in my life 1 think this man here might just be able to take on all the demons that are lurking in my closet
It was almost an hour drive to Luciano’s house. If you could even call it that More like a freaking mansion. Its gated and guarded by many big men with guns…..yep, this guy is definitely dangerous. That should be a red flag, right? For me it felt more like a bencon. He might be able to handle me. Would be fight for me? Would be stand by my side when my family comes? Would be do as he said and care for me? 1 yearned to know what that felt like. Maybe it was time to stop fighting and running and let someone in
He opened the door for me once again and didn’t hesitate to undo my seatbelt and pick me up bridal style. Making the way to the dark wood double doors I was admiring the stone of the building, the dim lights on the exterior that gave it a warm feeling to the contrast of how large and intimidating it was.
A guard opened the doors and nodded and Luciano, “Bentornato a casa, Don” (Welcome home, Dan).
I stifled in his arms. The exhausted feeling completely gone now as I flipped from his arms and landed in a crouch. Not even hiding the shock on my face. A fucking Don!? Oh no no no. This would be too close to my father finding out! A Dee! That would mean somewhere along the line he would have or would still have connections with my father and it would take only one person opening their big mouth for that to lead right back to me being taken.
Luciano raised his hands like he was approaching a wild animal. “Angelo mio…non aver paarNon ti farò del male.” (My angel…do not be scared. I will not hurt you.
“Stop! Don’t come any close!!”
“Angel……I know this might be sea
scary for someone like you, but I assure you, I will never hurt you. I will never let anyone hurt you, You’re mine. Sarai mia per sempre, Dunne, You’re mine forever, Donna).
I stood up straight, shock shooting through my body. Too fast! I stood up too fast, with the mix of adrenaline and fear, the news to run from the inevitable pathway this would lead to my father finding me. Tuo fast…and everything went black.
Luciano
“Tanculo!” (Fuck!) I swore out as she dropped to the floor. My men and I weren’t close enough and she smacked her head on the stone pavement. Blood mediately running out of her forehead as I picked her up. “Get the fucking doctor here, now I spat out as I carried her quickly through the house, down to the basement where I have everything set up to be my own small hospital in case of any…incidents my men and I faced. Thus is not how I pictured her finding out who I am. Well I didn’t really picture in at all but this wasn’t good. She was scated; she wanted to run away from me. She can’t leave me…l. chuldn’t lose her. She made me feel things and I can’t have that taken away now. I placed her down on a bed and ran my fingers through my hair.
“Don, I’m here, let me have a look at her” Camilla said as she began putting her paper scrubs on over her pajansas, Camilla was my mother’s best friend; she
of many that resided in the East wing. It was extremely convenient for times like this.
“She hit ber head, Camilla, she’s bleeding, make it stop!”
Why didn t I thank to tell her this information sooner? Better yet, why is she not scared to light full grown men in illegal fights but the mention of me being a Dun makes her drop with fear. What am I missing?
