XXXI

Bella had just about skipped toward their room, her heart content in that moment, until it was shattered by the presence she found in Luka's room. Considering everyone knew no one was allowed in his room,  Bella most aware of this, she figured the rule didn't apply for his uncle as he made himself comfortable on the couch in the room.

She stilled by the door, as the man's eyes landed on her. She heard the door being closed behind her and only then did she become aware of two man behind her, probably guards for the man. She couldn't help but think him a coward then, having guards to see a measly girl, for that was all she was to him as far as he was concerned.

"And so she arrives. You seem happy" Giovanni spoke up breaking the silence in the room. Bella simply looked at the man with such empty eyes, he found himself curious.

"Aren't you scared little missy?" he questioned, a crease on his forehead, truly curious. When she said nothing, he motioned for her with a tap of his palm on the couch next to him.

"Come. Sit " he said.  She contemplated then, whether to fight the man that no later grabbed her arms and dragged her to the couch, however,  she let him, for she herself was curious about the man. She had to somehow find out what exactly he had planned for his nephew.

Not that the man would divulge such information but she hoped he would someone mention something that might help. And therefore, she remained seated as she watched the man take a drag from his cigar, only for him to breath out the smoke right her way.

She didn't show a reaction and it irked the man, for it was like she was immune to him and his dark aura that tended to be invoke the opposite when aimed toward other people. She made it seem like she was the one in control and he didn't like that. She placed her melting ice-cream cup on the table,  her stuffie having fallen to the ground when she had been grabbed.

Alas, when she still remained silent, " So you're mute then. Oh well,  let's see if you'll talk once you find out why my brother killed your parents. hmm?" she couldn't help but still on the couch, staring forward at nothing in particular. She heard him wrong, yes, that's it, too much sugar and she was hallucinating, that had to be it, for there was no way the man had just mentioned her parents.

"There we go"he man cood not missing her tense catatonic state and he figured he might as well detonate the bom.

"It was your father's fault actually, had he not almost toppled my Mafia over by exposing us to the feds, perhaps he would have died a more dignified death and you wouldn't have had to see it"

"You should be dead too you know, except my brother had a weakness you see, children, always was a sicker for em. But I guess it was fine cause it made it more fun to fuck with your parents even in their graves, knowing that their child still suffered and they couldn't do shit about it" Bella looked at him with widened eyes then, his words clicking in her mind.

"Smart I see. Just like your father, pretty as your mother too, her exact replica in fact, with those black beady eyes. What, you thought I wouldn't recognize a Sinclair when I see one?. And Yes, I was behind it all, it wasn't hard to find the worst family at all really, seeing as one worked for us. But then you had escaped somehow, do tell me, where had you disappeared to? And seeing as you have a knack for escaping death, I might need a knew approach to getting rid of you." his face morphed into one of realisation then, "I see, had the headquarters really recruited you? But if that's the case, you should be dead as well" he stated "you really are lucky aren't you" he chuckled then.

"That doesn't matter though, because, you're gonna disappear again, on your own will, if you don't want to see your precious Luka fall, maybe even have him shot before your eyes like mommy and daddy were... See, he has lost focus lately and soon he'll loose everything, including his life if you don't leave, cause quite frankly, I can't have my right hand man slacking now can I? Because you have become a weakness for him, a weakness I can't afford " even though what he really wanted to say was that she was a weakness he could afford, in fact he would use that against his nephew.

The scene kept playing before her eyes over and over again with his words, she couldn't help the glistening of her eyes. She heard the door open, only to realise it was Luka, and she paid no mind to the departure of the man as his words kept playing in her mind. She had finally met the mastermind behind her suffering, and she couldn't comprehend just how she hadn't killed the man when he had sat so close to her.

As for what he planned for Luka, it became clear to her that he wants him dead, and her presence would only make it worse if it appeared that he was turning weak, loosing the men's respect and she knew that was a dangerous thing. And so she decided she would leave, but it wouldn't be forever, for she would come to make all of them regret ever crossing her. She just needed patience and time. Besides, she knew that Luka was more calculative and logical, always two steps ahead in the game, she knew he himself plotted behind closed doors.

She realised then just what a mess the Genovese family was, how divided, it was a miracle they still reigned supreme amidst the whole betrayal plots and drama. Luka had been busy lately, too busy, from dealing with daring gangs to strenghthning ties with their allies. For no one wanted to be unprepared for when the annual order would come to call, in a few weeks.

She couldn't help but startle out of her thoughts when she felt a hand on her back and Luka rubbed her in soothing motions. She realised then how disarming the thought of him dead was to her. She couldn't afford him dying on her, and although she didn't want to leave, she had to. She looked up at him and the concerned expression on his face tugged at her heart. Straddling him, she buried her face in the crook of his neck just to hide the tears that fell down her cheeks. Taking a shuddering breath, she murmured

"Play for me?" remaining in her position, she felt him nod to her question and he stood up with her in his arms still. Palms on her bottom to keep her from falling, her feet dangled as he walked them toward the musical room she had been shocked to discover months ago.

She had woken up one night only to find his side of the bed empty. She had left their room with the intention to head to the kitchen for water, only she heard the sound of piano keys from a room at the other end of the broad hallway. She had been yet to speak then, and so she had simply entered and walked towards his figure, she had sat down on the bench, and she had played with him, a piece that could accommodate two players.

They had sat in the melodies of the keys, letting the music fill the air in conversation with their souls. Being that she hadn't pegged him for a musical man, she had been pleasantly surprised.

Luka sat on the bench before the grand instrument, Bella still straddling him, she sighed minute he touched the first key. A note that began a soothing melody that wrapped peace around her. She thought in that moment that perhaps she loved the piano more when played by him than herself, for he seemed much better than her at skipping his fingers on the black and white keys. She didn't care for what the piece was called nor who had composed it,  however hypocritical that made her seem, she simply cared for the moment, another she would cherish and hope to experience someday again.

When he pressed the end note, she let out a sigh and sat back on Luka. She wiped away the waters on her cheeks and offered him a warm tight-lipped smile.

"Thank you" she breathed out in the silence.  She noticed the lack of light then and she realised it was sunset.

"What did my uncle say to you?" Luka finally asked not being able to hold back any longer. Only, the woman on his thighs simply shook her head, and palmed his burgundy V-neck T-shirt clad chest.

"Let's not talk about that now" she said softly, her hand creeping up his neck till she cupped his jaw, a look in her eyes. Her other hand's fingers played with the hair on the back of his head

"Luka" she started and he hummed in question

"Yes? " her eyes turned pleading with yearning then, and she caught him off guard with her question

"Make love to me?" he all but stared at her wondering what had brought it on. For although he had waited a long while to hear her say the words, he hadn't been expecting them in that moment. He saw her bite her lip and look down as if all of a sudden embarrassed. With a mental sigh at the enchanting enigma before him, his fingers touched the bottom of her chin only to lift her head up

"I-Im sorry. I understand if you don't want to" she apologized and he couldn't help but chuckle, shaking his head

"Did I say that, piccola?" she shook her head after a moment. She saw him lean in and so did she.

{WARNING ⚠ heated scene up ahead. Hehe}

Minute their lips touched, as if she had been unshackled after a long time of being chained, she let out a sigh. It was a languid sweet dance of their lips, and when he squeezed her waist she gasped, giving him an opening he was aiming for. His tongue coaxed hers and she moaned only have their tongues tangled in a fight for dominance until she let him have it.

He stood up, hands grasping her but as he gave them a squeeze now and then, and he walked them out of the music room and straight towards his bedroom. Using his leg to close the door behind him, he walked towards his bed only to lay her on his midnight sheets, comfortable between her legs, his hand glided down from her waist to her curves only to rest on her thigh.

His lips left hers only to pepper her jaw down to her jugular and he gave her a bite that had her gasping with a giggle. He smirked although he could never understand how biting tickled her, he loved the sound none the less. Getting back up, he grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and took it off her body leaving her braless breasts exposed, her short being one of those next, she tugged at his own clothing and he discarded the burgundy cotton before attacking her body again.

He hung of the bed, Bella a canvas before him, his lips began to paint wet kisses on her body, from her naval to her belly button,  loving the rise and fall of her tummy, it was of pure anticipation and he wanted to draw it out. See just how frustrated he could make her before she snapped. His lips left a wet trail up to her full globes that felt perfect in his hands,  as one gave her breast a squeeze and his mouth descended on her free nipple.

He sucked her like she was leaking pure sweet nectar and he was a man drunk from the ambrosia. Letting her nipple fall through his lips with a pop he paid as much attention to her other breast. His hand trailed down her valley and disappeared beneath the black lace he has left on her.

He hissed against her nipple, exposing it to cold air and she moaned when she felt him palm her womanhood. She was dripping and he found he could never get enough of how responsive she was to him. Diving his fingers between her lips, he gave her clit a jarring pinch and she moaned out in yearning. Her hand wrapping around his wrist just to keep his hand down there, she whined when he removed his hand, only to grab her wrists and he held them above her head.

"Keep the hands here, baby girl. He husked out, dark eyes falling on dark eyes and she bit her lip and nodded,  keeping her hands in place. A task that proved hard when his hand dived between her drenched lips again, his thump moving in circular motions of her clit, increasing her need, her core clenched.

A digit invaded her first, with her mouth agape as if silently screaming, he moved with a slow torturing pace, loving her being at his mercy, her eyes glistened and she shot him a pleading needy look and he smirked. His body above hers, leaning on his other arm, he kissed her as he worked his fingers in and out of her, and he added another, loving the tightness of her walls,  scissoring her drenched hole,  she moaned into his mouth.

Unable to keep her hands above her head anymore,  they sneaked around his neck to bring him closer, only for one to tug at his hair causing him to groan. He retracted his hand again and she wailed yet again

"Stop playing with me" she whined breathless and he chuckled.

"Such a needy principessa" he coed against her lips. Pinching her nipple she gasped.

Frustrated enough with the man above her,  she surprised him by wrapping her legs around him only to switch their positions until she was straddling him.

"Let's see how you like it,  mhmm" she said, smug with the surprised look he had on his face, only to smirk then

"Do your worst, sunshine" his tone was husky as he settled his hands beneath his head aiming to enjoy the show. She smirked then.

"Challenge accepted" a look in her eyes that made him question himself a bit.