CHOSEN BY A SINNER (Completed)

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Luca stands up, and wrapping his right arm around me, he yanks me against his bare chest. The warmth of his breath hits my ear. "Calm down, baby. I'm fine. It's just a flesh wound."

Feeling the heat and strength of his body, a hard tremble

shudders through me. Standing in his firm hold, the shock finally sets in. Luca got shot. I always thought my men were invincible, that nothing

could touch them.

"Calm down," he murmurs soothingly. "I'm okay."

Get your shit together, Mariya.

I take deep breaths, filling my lungs with Luca's scent.

That's better. Now fucking take care of your man. I pull back and look up at him. "I'm good." I walk to the bathroom and wash my hands again, then order, "Sit down."

A smile tugs at the corner of Luca's mouth as he obeys.

I get to work, focusing on keeping my hand steady as I clean the wound and apply the surgical glue. I blow lightly on it and wait a couple of minutes to make sure I did a good job.

I lightly trail a finger around the wound, then wrap a bandage around his bicep. Feeling a little calmer now that the gunshot wound is no longer bleeding, I let out a relieved sigh.

My eyes settle on Luca's face, only to see him watching me with one hell of an intense look darkening his gaze.

Feeling unnerved, I say, "You should get some rest."

Luca shakes his head, takes hold of my hand, and tugs me closer. "Straddle me."

My eyebrow darts up. "What?"

His hands find my hips, and then I'm yanked onto his lap and forced to straddle him. Shocked, my eyes meet his blazing ones, then he asks, "Why did you react so strongly to me getting shot?"

Oh shit.