Valerie is 23 when she is being kidnapped and comes into a mafia. Lucas Grey's mafia.
Her father had also a mafia, so she was trained.
First she thought everything will be fine and she is there just to kill people but Lucas had an eye one her, and...
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My whole stuff was now in his room. The problem, I don't know where to put it.
I mean, I can't just put his clothes out and place mine in his closet.
,,Lucas?", I yelled through the hallway, hoping he'd hear me. As he wasn't answering, I walked to his office, knocking onto the door. ,,Come in.", was being heard.
,,I transferred everything. Where should I put them?", I asked him, while he was busy looking and clicking at something on his computer.
,,Put them where you want them. If needed, take out my clothes.", he quickly said, continuing his work.
,,No. That's still your room.", I argued, looking at him. He still typed something on his computer, ignoring me to the fullest.
,,Amore, we're married. Just put them to my clothes, it'll be fine.", he smiled.
,,Fine.", I rolled my eyes, walking out of his office and leaving him alone. Instead just letting me stay in my own room, even if we're married, no, he has to say that I should literally move into his room.
I stood in his room and looked into his closet. Full of blazers and plain white shirts, which he can tuck into his pants for work. Lame clothes. Just some graphic shirts but nothing colorful.
I moved his clothes a little bit, so there was some space for mine. I picked out some hangers and began sorting my hoodies, shirts, pants and other clothes into his closet.
Seconds later, the door opened and I heard steps.
,,How's it going?", he asked, looking from behind. He sat onto his bed, watching me carefully. ,,Pretty good. But seriously, you need some new shirts. These.", I paused and pointed to his plain white tees. ,,Are boring as fuck.",
He rolled his eyes and stood up, wrapping his arms around my waist without a reason. ,,I think they're good.", he mumbled into my neck. ,,Everything okay?", I asked him. His voice sounded tired, and he wasn't even working for an hour.
He just hummed in response. ,,Luc.", my voice got serious. ,,Nothing, amore.", he replied. I don't know if I should believe him. It seems like he did a ton of work in just 40 minutes. ,,Lucas Grey. Answer.", I said more demanding. ,,They- They know it.", he whispered.
I stood there in shock not knowing what to do. He sniffed.
He's not- He's crying.
No way. He's not crying. He would never care about me that much.
,,Who knows?", I asked to make myself sure. ,,They knew it the whole time, V. They took pictures and everything.", he explained, still not looking up to me.
