It has been about two days since Luca got shot and nearly died in front of me. He hasn't left my side since. Almost as if us nearly losing each other made him realise I can't be tossed aside whilst he takes care of business. He's still a bit grumpy but is trying his best to make a mends with me I suppose. He keeps trying to show me parts of the house but keeps forgetting he's injured.
This morning, Luca replaced my lost phone with a brand new, latest model iPhone which I tried to reject but he wasn't taking no for an answer. Luckily my iCloud allowed me to log into everything and all my important numbers were saved. However, my number had to be changed which makes me dread messaging everyone in my contacts from my new number. Has to be done, otherwise my family will literally think I'm dead.
-What do you mean your phone got stolen??!! - mum
-Have you lost your mind? Come home!! - dad
- Don't even talk to me unless you're about to step off a plane in the UK. - Oliver
Well that's just great. Lovely to know my family are on my side.
"What's up with you? What you frowning at?" Luca asks, noticing me huffing and puffing at my phone.
"Nothing. My parents aren't very happy with me at the moment."
"You're an adult aren't you? Tell them to mind their own fucking business." Luca rages, furrowing his eyebrows as if my parent's reaction to me running off is a personal vendetta against him.
"Thank you! That's so helpful!" I mutter sarcastically. I then realise I said that out loud. We make eye contact and I expect Luca to go mental at me for my attitude. But he looks at me with a blank expression, takes a deep breath before standing up from his position on the sofa.
"Come on." He orders extending his hand out to me which I take hesitantly. "Put your shoes and coat on, we're going out." He pulls me along with him all the way to the front door.
"W-where are we going?" I ask nervously, still thinking he might have some ulterior motive to push me down a flight of stairs or leave me in a Russian whore house.
"For some quality bonding time!" He says, unknown to me whether he's being serious or not.
We spend most of the car journey in silence. I peer over at him every once in a while to try and make out what he's thinking or feeling but he still has the same blank, deep-in-thought expression. We pull up in some backstreet car park. It's dark and cold and it stinks of god knows what.
Luca opens the door for me but I stay frozen in my seat.
"Not this again." He says sternly.
"I just want to know where we are and where we're going!" I swallow, feeling a lump in my throat rise.
"I'm trying to show you my world, Izzy. Keeping you in the dark about it hasn't exactly helped so far has it."
Reluctantly, I emerge from the car. His sentence hasn't exactly installed me with confidence seeing as only a few days ago he got shot in the side. I close the door of the car, not making eye-contact with this man in front of me. Two large hands cup the side of my face and my first instinct is to jolt. He pushes me gently presses me up against the car and our lips connect for the first time since we left the UK. I hadn't realised how much I craved some sort of physical touch and comfort until now. The kiss is slow but urgent.
Our lips separate and Luca looks down at me, hands still firm either side of my face.
"I'm not going to hurt you. Ever. I just want you to understand me."
I nod and break eye contact, my shoes suddenly becoming really interesting. Taking in what he's just said with a pinch of salt.
"Listen," He starts pushing my face up so I'm forced to make eye contact with him. "Whatever you think my intentions are with you, you should just know that now I've got you, I'm never letting you go. You're mine. My property, and no one goes near my property."
I'm taken aback by his words which sends a swarm of butterflies up my throat. No more is said, he just takes my hand and leads me across the car park.
We arrive at a narrow looking doorway with a battered front door. There is no house number or door bell. Luca thumps on it with two fists and we wait in agonising silence for someone to answer. Eventually, the skin fade guy from the other night answers. He looks shocked to see me there with Luca.
"Alright, T? Have you secured the goods?" Luca asks, casually but still in a low, authoritative tone.
"Yes, Mr King." T replies, looking me up and down as if he doesn't want to point out the obvious that I shouldn't be here.
"I'll have to see for myself." Luca says and marches forward into the rundown building, me scurrying along behind him, not wanting to be left alone.
"With my respect, Mr King, I'm not sure she should be seeing this." T mummers, pointing his head towards me but not making eye contact.
"She is called Isobel Shelby. I decide what she should be seeing and what she shouldn't." Luca spits back, his jaw pulsing.
"What I mean to say, is it's not a pleasant sight for anyone. Could crack the sanity of any level-headed person. Are you sure?" T states, taking a step back from Luca.
"I'm sure she can decide for herself then. Isobel, would you rather see what I do on a regular basis and get a glimpse of what happens in KM17 or go back to the car and wait there for a few hours?" He asks, although I'm not really sure if it is a question.
"I'm definitely not walking back to the car on my own." Words coming out before I can think.
"There we go then." He smirks, raising his eyebrows at T. "Next time you want to make a suggestion though, make sure you remember who you're talking to." He says in a low voice, giving warning.
What am I about to subject myself to?
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Degeneracy♡
RomanceIsobel Shelby, is a hard-working nineteen-year-old, with bucket loads of ambition. She is studying criminology and psychology at University and is on the pathway to success. This all changes when she meets Luca. She is put on a two-week placement in...
