Luca

Chapter Three

I'm sliding sliced fruit onto a serving tray when a crowd of men rush into the door. There are a few whistles but I ignore them, making sure I don't drop any food on the floor. I feel a presence behind me so I look over my shoulder. A man stands way too close for my liking. He's tall, taller than Luca, and insanely muscular. He's wearing a tight athletic shirt and sweatpants.

"Hey, I'm Leonardo. What is your name?"

"Amelia," I mumble, turning back to cooking. It's almost six and I'm still not finished cutting fruit.

"Why haven't I seen you around here?" He takes his time obviously checking me out. I'm still in Luca's boxers and tee, but the shirt is so long on me that you can't see the boxers. I ignore Leonardo and continue slicing oranges. I hear him mumble something under his breath as he walks away and I sigh. Hopefully it won't be like this every day.

An arm snakes around my waist from behind, hand resting on my lower stomach. I jump. "What are you doing?" I hiss.

"Claiming what's mine." Luca. I roll my eyes.

"I am not yours."

"Not yet."

"Not ever."

Luca clicks his tongue. "You should be grateful, piccola."

Now I turn to face him. His hand stays around my waist and I'm too close to the counter to back up. "Grateful for what?"

"I know these men. If I had not shown them that you are mine, they would have had their way with you."

"I think I'd rather Leonardo than you at this point."

Luca smiles evilly. "Fine. Have it your way. He's not exactly known for waiting for consent, though. Just warning you."

He starts to walk away but I reach out and grab his arm. Tingles shoot up my arm and butterflies erupt in my stomach. "Wait."

Luca smiles and stops. "Yes?"

"Fine."

Luca smirks and steps closer to me, pushing me against the kitchen counter. He leans down and pauses so that I feel his warm breath on my ear. "One day, piccola, you will be begging for me. And then you will be screaming my name."

He walks away and I exhale, not having realized that I was holding breath. When he's next to the dining table, he turns around to face me.

"One more thing, piccola."

"And what is that?" I breathe.

"I always get what I want." Luca smirks and sits at the head of the table.

I swallow and take the pastries out of the oven. Thankfully they had pre-made pastry dough in the fridge and all I had to do was cut it, fold the pieces, and add jam. I carry the pastries, fruit, and yogurt to the island and set out five plates and small bowls.

Most of the men moved to the living room as soon as Luca put his arm around me so now it is just me, Luca, and another man who sits next to him at the table.

They notice me fixing a plate for myself and get up to do the same. The other man is a head taller than Luca and has blonde hair. He walks closer to me and holds out his hand. "I'm Romeo, you must be Amelia." He smiles. I shake his hand.

"That's me," I smile back. From the other side of the island, Luca growls. The corners of my mouth turn up and I give my flirty smile to Romeo. "Pleasure to meet you, Romeo."

He looks me up and down and smirks. "Pleasure's all mine."