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“Be careful, Ara,” Luca warns and the hair on my skin raises with the lethal edge of his tone. But I’ve faced this monster head on before and I will do it again and again to protect what’s left of my mother.
“Get the fuck out. I’m not playing your games today.”
A dark deranged chuckle escapes him, only heightening my own inner turmoil and madness.
“You’re the only one playing a game here, sweetheart.”
My mother. I think of her, alive, laughing, and caring. I will not let this monster replace her priority or place in my heart.
“You got what you came here for right? Your dick wet? Now we’re done. This isn’t any more than that, right?” I challenge him. Whether these feelings I shove down are reciprocated or not, I know the mere insinuation of us being anything other than master and slave will make Luca uncomfortable. I was betting on that.
It’s an immediate reaction as his own resolve hardens.
“You should be grateful I haven’t killed you yet,” he hisses.
“It’s not as endearing as you think. Get the fuck out of my house,” I repeat.
What things do I need to say to slash this man down further? To make him sick of me and enough to give me space to breath. Or at least enough space to royally fuck his world up.
I’d lost myself, confused by this obstacle that quickly turned into some kind of entanglement.
“This lethal tongue suits you." He tries to provoke me further.
“I’m your sick obsession, Luca. I’m not going to replace some coddled love you’re seeking.”
“Love?” His expression twists. I realize I’ve hit the right fear. His gaze is condescending and lethal. “You very much overvalue yourself.”
“Then leave. You got what you wanted.”
His jaw tics and I can tell I’ve definitely hit a nerve. He had the same fear I did. So it makes it easy to project and attack him for it.
“Count yourself lucky I have business today,” he growls, and I’m hyper aware of my sweaty palms. He’s pissed. But he’s also emotionally shut down. The version of him that was spilling his vulnerability to me only minutes ago, gone.
I harden my resolve because I, in every way, plan to do the same.
Luca Armani has taken too much.
Now he is about to pay for it.
42
LUCA
Lorenzo offers me a coffee as I sit in my office at Armani Enterprises. I’ve just gone over next year’s forecast and we are yet again set for an impressive incline. That’s why I hired the best to run my businesses while my focus lay elsewhere.
Right now, it’s on a certain little viper with a poisonous tongue.
I can’t understand what she said that soured my mood. It’s uncomfortable how she is able to get under my skin and I contemplate the fact I should’ve killed her the moment I first laid eyes on her.
How many times had I convinced myself I simply wanted to figure her motives out. At some point my curiosity in the little stalker has become much more. And I hate her all the more for it.
“You seem in a bad mood today, sir.” Lorenzo breaks me from my thoughts.
“I’m in a bad mood every day, Lorenzo.”
“Perhaps, but considering I picked you up from Arabella Barone’s apartment this morning, I’m inclined to think she might have something to do with it.”
I brief a glance in his direction. Lorenzo had always been like this, testing his boundaries and inserting ever so slightly into my personal affairs.
