Differences

Chapter 4 - Luke

I hope you guys have gotten used to chunky chapters haha. Anyways another chapter😘

Warning: inappropriate language, gory imagery, and violence is discussed in this chapter. Take care of yourself and read what is comfortable for you. 

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Both my parents insisted that I ride in the same car as them on the way back from the brunch with my future wife and her family. But I refused adamantly. I needed to be away from them and needed some time with my own head. I sat in my car and let my thoughts engulf me as I try to analyse them.

The sole purpose of me actually meeting her was for me to determine what kind of person she actually is. But now that I had met her, I was more confused than I was before the brunch. Nah, fuck that I was more confused than I've ever been in my life.

First off, I don't know why I imagined Alaina De Luca to be some stubborn daddy's little princess who was all about the looks and money, but my assumption of her was clearly wrong.

She was tiny.

Hearing rumours of her taking down a whole mob of oversized idiots made me believe that this woman was some tall, muscle lady. Sure, she was well toned, but she was extremely short, I'm guessing she was about 5'2 but that was still pushing it.

Unlike the obnoxious designer dress I expected her to come in, she wore a simple daisy printed long sleeve dress that flowed down all the way to her ankles. Instincts me told me she wore that to cover up something. But to cover what? I didn't know.

She had very fair skin that made me question whether she goes outside at all but I stupidly remember our jobs mainly take place deep in the night, so, it would be a no brainer if she just sleeps in or stays inside during the day time.

Her hair was a dark brown in loose curls that cascaded down her back, but it wasn't messy. It looked . . . right. Her eyes were a deep brown  that looked, detached. I don't know. It felt like something was missing but I could be tripping myself. How the hell was I supposed to know if there was something that was supposed to be there, not there?

I've encountered many beautiful women in my life but she by far the most beautiful person I'd ever seen.  She was nothing out there gorgeous like her two sisters but she was gorgeous in her own league. She would belong in the category of 'simple is best'. The simplicity of her dress, and her simple make up made it work to show her true beauty. And I liked that about her a lot more than I understand why.

But she looked nowhere near someone who was capable of mutilating bodies and then conduct the process of slowly and painfully taking the life out of a man or a whole group of men.

By herself.

If anything, she looked quite literally, harmless. The kind of girl that wouldn't even harm a fly, the kind that would most likely volunteer at some animal shelter, the kind that would most likely say that every living organism deserves a chance at life. 

Not someone who took lives. 

But she's a dangerous girl.

Merciless, blood thirsty, psychopathic assassin was what she was commonly referred to.

Who knows what she was really capable of. For all I know, she may kill me and my family if her family ordered her to do it.

In this world, you are loyal to your family first and foremost. It's the first and typically only real relationship you make. Most other people are just connections. Although men and women may work for us, be loyal to us mostly, you never really know if they will betray you or not. That's why power and authority was so important. And my family has managed to maintain extreme power for generations, but the De Luca's has also been successful in that field. That's why Alaina would most likely continue to be loyal to her family and my family is going to be left slightly vulnerable with that.

Obviously deep in thought, I failed to realise that I had 3 missed calls from my mother and another missed call from my righthand man. I call him.

"Yeah?"

"Ah, Luke. I called you a little while ago, but you didn't answer," he answers 

"Sorry Ash, couldn't hear it. Why'd you call?" I ask. 

"I was just curious how the brunch went. Was she deathly like the rumours?" he questions

"It was quite the opposite actually. She looks like she won't even harm a fly," I reply remembering once again how she had looked. 

"Oh. Is that some tactic to put people off guard?" He asks, obviously confused. 

"Maybe. I don't know." I sigh, I was just as confused as he was. 

"But I was just wondering, what do you get out of this marriage? I mean I don't know what the De Luca's get out of this either but having some dangerous assassin in your home sounds like you guys are at a disadvantage." He explains, and he was right. 

I wasn't quite sure either how we benefit from this marriage besides the publicity of it to warn others that I have a very dangerous women by my side. Actually, that does sound lethal. If my family was weary of her existence, then I'm sure so many others would feel fucking vulnerable in front of her. But the thought that I was using her existence to make our enemies feel inferior made me feel like shit.

"I guess we can get some help from her to get rid of a few annoying pain in the neck assholes" I answer.

"Oh, true that." He says, sounding influenced.

"Yea.  Anyways I'm gonna drive home now," I state

"You're not home yet? Go get some rest."

"Yea, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yea, I'll see you tomorrow," he replies back and then the line went silent. And I was left with my thoughts again. 

I may not know who she was fully, I may never get to know her properly but as my Mom has always said, girls are never Marionette dolls. They deserved every fucking right as any man. Maybe even more. 

Sure she might be a killer princess and she might be enjoying her job as an assassin but if she ever, ever feels uncomfortable with any missions, I was gonna respect her decision.