Luca

“Cool.” Vinnie replied, “She’s awesome.”

“She’s off limits is what she is. Stay away from her, I mean it.”

I had no idea if he was warning them off me because he feared for their ego if they lost a game or because he was jealous of another guy giving me attention. I found myself hoping it was the latter.

Chapter 6

The room Luca had put me in was beautiful, all silver and white luxury; it felt like a plush, mega expensive hotel room. The bed was the comfiest I’d ever lay on and the sheets were soft thick Egyptian cotton, the best money could buy. It looked like Luca had done well for himself, or rather the illegal shit he was into these days paid well.

I had my own private bathroom off the bedroom with chrome fixtures and a massive walk in shower with jets coming from the walls as well as the ceiling. If I had a shower like it at home I would have spent the majority of my time in there. The bedroom windows faced the beach so I would wake up to that spectacular view every morning. Was Luca planning on keeping me here, because after a day or two of this I wouldn’t want to leave. I paced around the room looking for a telephone or computers with internet connection but found nothing.

Then I listened out for a knock at the door or some indication that he might come to talk to me, but again nothing. I sank down exhausted onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. What the hell had happened to me tonight? Yesterday life was pretty simple, tough but simple nonetheless. Now here I was lying in a bedroom in the home of my first love, hell my only love, and laying low to save myself from some crazy trafficking dude who may or may not sell me into slavery. Life was never dull when the Marquez brothers were around.

Tiredness caught up with me and I found myself drifting off. But just before sleep took me I heard his heavy footsteps on the stairs. I held my breath and watched as a shadow appeared under the gap of my bedroom door. Was he going to come in? Knock on the door and check up on me? What would I do if he did? Pictures of what could happen between us played over in my mind like a racy porno, then I chastised myself and shut them down, what the hell was I thinking, he was an asshole. A heartbeat later the shadow walked away and the lights from outside went off.

The next morning I was woken by the glorious sunshine streaming down onto the bed and warming my bare skin. I leant up on my elbows and looked around. Everything felt strange in the light of day. What on earth was I doing here sleeping in Luca Marquez’s spare room? I had to leave today and I definitely needed to ring Teresa and fill her in on everything. Rent was due in two days and even though I was banned from the casinos in the local area, I figured a trip across state to try out some new places might help build up some much needed funds for us.

The aroma of bacon and eggs started to filter its way into my senses and I sat up looking around for something to cover myself with. I only had my bra and knickers from the night before. I’d left Freddie’s jacket on the living room floor last night so I couldn’t use that. There was a built in wardrobe along one of the walls so I pushed the door aside to see if there was anything I could borrow. A line of shirts, jackets, t-shirts and jumpers lined the wardrobe. I found myself stroking my hands across them and then taking a deep breath in to see if they smelt of him, of male. They did and it made me feel horny again. Jeez what was wrong with me? I’d gone from sophisticated woman to needy horn bag in one night. I had to get out of this place it was messing with my head. I grabbed a plain white dress shirt and threw it on, sniffing the manly scent once more before shaking my head clear of all my naughty thoughts. It felt big on my tiny frame it smothered me much like it’s owner used to, but at least it covered my tits and ass and would keep me warm.

I headed downstairs in the direction of the food smells and when I opened the door to the kitchen I was surprised to see Vinnie at the oven frying up a feast of a breakfast.

“Morning Chloe, you sleep okay?” he asked looking me up and down and spending a bit too long looking at my bare legs.

“Yeah, fine. Do you always cook breakfast here?” I stood next to him leaning against the counter and picked a crispy slice of bacon up to nibble on.

“I like cooking.” He replied then tutted at my rudeness for stealing the bacon and tried to grab it out of my hands but I scooted away too quickly. “Coffee? Or are you a tea drinker?”

“Coffee is fine, black no sugar.”

“Same as Luca.” He looked at me as if he was telling me something I didn’t know. I already knew how Luca took his coffee, it had been the reason I took mine the same when we wer

e younger. I’d only had milk and sugar if I was at home and he didn’t know about it, but eventually his taste for black no sugar became mine too. I guessed we shared the same bitterness for life.

“I need to call my friend Teresa today, tell her where I am. She’ll freak out otherwise. I can’t find any phones or computers though. Can I borrow your mobile?”

“Already taken care of.” A deep voice behind me stated.

I turned around to see Luca stood at the door in dark jeans and a black v neck sweater, tattoos visible on his chest where the v rested. He was glaring at my body now, not my face and he seemed…bothered.

“Is she okay?” I asked. He didn’t reply with the answer I was looking for.

“Put some clothes on, my men don’t need to see you walking around half naked.” He turned to walk away from me but my laugh had him spinning back around.

“Well I would if I had any, but your brother stole me in my underwear and I’ve been stuck here all night. You’re lucky I put this shirt on, it was this or nothing.”

Vinnie gave a wolf whistle which made me smirk.

“Stay in your room then.” Luca stalked off now.

“Yeah great idea, how about you get the handcuffs out and chain me up whilst you’re at it.” I shouted out to him.

“Kinky.” Vinnie chuckled.

“Don’t fucking tempt me.” Luca spat back.

He was acting like a grade A asshole right now. I remembered he was always a moody guy but he was taking that assholery to a whole new level right now. I felt like taking the shirt off and walking back to my room stark naked just to piss him off.

“Asshole.” I whispered under my breath and sat down at the kitchen table. No way was I going to miss out on a full breakfast and first class coffee because of his grouchy mood.