Eyes So Blue I Drown

25| The Key

ARABELLA

A few minutes pass like this. I sense him getting pissed by my unclear talk.

My hand is holding his arm while he stands in front of me, holding my neck. Surprisingly, I'm frozen for a moment. I find myself wanting it. My legs open, feeling a strong need between them.

Luca's knee intentionally shifts closer, pressing against me. I gasp, feeling good as I move slowly, up and down, trying to find the right spot. Am I really finding pleasure in his knee?

I'm really turned on.

Luca notices what I'm doing. He pins both my arms above my head and takes his knee back. His hand holds my pants, "I want to fuck you so fucking bad."

I want the same.

But not like this. Not so easily. I push him off and fix my clothes, "Please leave."

He looks at me, with pleading eyes, standing before the bed.

"I can't, Luca. Not after all those things you told me on my first day here. It's disrespectful." I say.

He takes a deep breath and opens his mouth to speak but gets interrupted by a call. "I can't talk right now." he tells and cuts the call. 

He opens his mouth again to speak something but his phone rings again. I sit here watching him answering his call aggressively and yells, "What the fuck is it? I told you I can't talk"

He listens and pinches the skin between his eyebrows.

"I'm coming." he tells and looks at me, "We will talk about this later. I'll clear all your doubts, Bella"

I huff as he leaves, and shift back, seeking comfort among the pillows. With a sigh, I pull up a blanket over my body. I want him, and he wants me too. But there's something that's stopping me. I can't avoid that.

I open my fist and glimpse at the key I got from Luca. Getting it from him after knowing where he keeps them was a cinch.

I need to go to the room and check what's behind it before he realises the peculiar. He has been hiding so many things from me. There are still some things they're all mum about. This situation is as strange as the feeling which growing inside me.

My eyes dart at the pens and a sheet kept on the nightstand beside the bed. I pick them up.

I pick up the pen and pause.

My fingers press hard against the pen as I pin it on the paper for a moment before starting. The things that Renzo told me this morning after the shower settles into my head again.

'I lost my parents in front of my eyes, brutally taken away from me, just like Luca' The pain behind his forced smile was evident in his eyes.

Just like Luca lost his parents - Renzo said.

I squeeze my eyes shut tightly. 'His parents were mafia leaders, in order to save his son from their own world, they sent him away from them to LA'

A layer of sweat emerges on my forehead, recalling the next words he said. 'But when his parents were put to death by set up lies and betrayal games, the situation for the workers under them kept becoming worse which needed to end. All the resources which belonged to his parents were being looted. Luca knew there was still some time to stop it all and save the line. That's when he left his everything in LA just to link with another mafia - our boss Romano, to stop it'

He left his everything there.

He was not trying to give me some space to figure every line out that left his mouth that day. He was trying to keep himself stable and strong with a thought of his dead parents in his head.