Affaire Du Cœur

Luca

3 days, it's been exactly 3 days since I spoke to Alessandro. And something within the underworld shifted. I don't know if it's my impending marriage to his daughter or the news of his daughter being alive is what caused it. Everyone seems to be on edge and on high alert. People look at me as if I'll start shooting in a blink of an eye. The recruits have doubled in size, I have business proposals left and right. CEO's who would constantly kiss my ass whenever they could. 

The probe lights and the pounding of the loud music was giving me a headache. I haven't fucked in three days and I have every taken or available female in this club willingly throwing themselves at me. But I didn't spare them a glance, not after seeing what Isobell looked like. My wife, my fucking wife was going to be the death of me. Isobell and homicide have the same definition in my book, from what I gathered from Lorenzo, my wife is a piece of work, not in a bad way, no not all. Her list of achievements had me feeling embarrassed of all the brainless vaginas I sunk my dick in. 

Isobell has the face of an angel but her background says otherwise. Her last name is enough to scare people away, adding Romano to her name will only make her invincible. I will make sure of it. One of the reasons why I'm in this damn club, sober as  the day I was born. 

"She's coming." Lorenzo whispers as he leaned in to grab his drink. I turn to my right and there she is, the headache that won't go away. Fuck, I could use a drink or two. 

"Baby." She purrs as she places herself on my lap. Lorenzo looks my way with a smirk and shakes his head. 

"Tory." I sigh, I was so sick and tired of repeating myself, I have been very patient with her, we did have a past after all. "I told you, we're done. I'm getting married."

"But its all for business, right? You don't even know her, she could be fat and ugly." I raise my brows at her, because Isobell was neither of the words she described my wife. 

"She doesn't have to know. You're a Don, Luca. You can have mistresses, we don't have to end this."

Lorenzo couldn't contain the snicker that came out of his throat. "You do know who her family are, don't you? He asks Victoria. He was baffled, I don't blame him. This club was owned by the Rossi's and with the way she was clinging onto me shows how low her IQ was.

"Alessandro Rossi? He's old, once Luca and that girl get married, Luca can do whatever he wants. You're not a kid, Luca. You can't let them dictate your life. What we have is real, don't throw it all away just for some little bit-"

"I wouldn't continue that If I were you." Gabriel who came from who knows where, sat on the opposite side of our table.  He raises his index finger up and a drink is immediately placed in front of him. 

"Good Evening, Luca. I see you're having a grand old time. And in our  territory too." He hisses.

"Victoria was just leaving." Lorenzo pacifies as he looks my way, yet once again. "Right?" This time he redirects his attention to Victoria. Who shook her head like the spoiled brat that she is.

"No, stay. Don't leave on my behalf. But I would suggest sitting on the fucking chair instead of my sisters future husbands lap. Don't you think so, Valeria?" He taunts. I almost laughed at the sound that came out of Victoria's mouth, keyword: almost.

"Its Victoria, Victoria Ivanovich." She says, like her last name will do anything for her in Italy. "Luca, is not married... yet. Its my free reign to do whatever I please, until that sister of yours come." She smirks. What a dumb fucking bitch. 

Gabriel smiles and the hair on Victoria's arm stands. "Free reign, you say? Free reign would be me shooting you in the fucking head and serving it in a silver platter to your father in Russia. But unfortunately, we were given orders by our father, Alessandro Rossi, to stay out of Luca's business and have him handle his side quests."

Not giving Victoria to retaliate, Gabriel stands and wave his men out of the way. He starts making his way out but he stops mid way, turns and stares at the shaking girl in my lap "My sisters name will never leave that lip of yours, or I will pull your tongue out. You ever come between my sister and what's rightful hers, I will end your entire family. I will personally do it myself as a wedding gift to my sister. I'm sure she would appreciate that."

Victoria left in tears when I didn't stand up for her, I could have. Why would I? She was a good fuck but aside from that we had nothing. I made no promises and I will never make a promise to a woman about relationships that I know that will never last. 

"That should keep her away for now." Lorenzo laughs. He never did like Victoria. 

As me and Lorenzo made our way out of the club, I could faintly hear a group of motorcycles revving. Taking out my cigarette, I offer one to Lorenzo and light mine up. 

"Hey." Lorenzo looks behind me and rolls his eyes. "Foreigner." He mouths to me. I turn and stare at the guy who cat called me like I was a prostitute.

"Can I help you with anything?" Lorenzo asks on my behalf. I lean myself on the brick wall and wait.

"That blonde chick earlier, how much?" He asks with a triumphant smile. 

"Expensive, nothing you can afford." I smile back at him. The guy looks offended and starts walking my way. His friends, with the brain cells try to stop him, but blondie is adamant. 

"Pussy is pussy, I'm pretty sure I have enough money for it." Staring off to where the sound was coming from, I can hear the bikes getting closer and something in me started to stir. I guess I might have zoned out and blondie hated being ignored. He nudges my left shoulder and you could hear car doors being opened and slammed. Great, I wanted to have a quit night tonight. I glanced at the shoulder he touched then at glared at him. "I wouldn't have done that If I were you."

"Or what, you little piece of sh-" before he could finish I planted my fist on his face. His friends tried to run to his aid, but my men stops them or more like the guns drawn out stopped them. As i was about to land another blow on his face, I hear the bikes pull up into the lot. At least a group of 5 people pulled in. But my eyes were drawn onto the person in the middle, I could tell she was a female due to her being the only one not wearing a gear. As everyone around her started removing their gear, she unclasps her helmet, removes them, and I swear time came to a stand still. As she shook her hair long black hair and he face came into view, I knew I was done for.

Fuck, my wife will literally be the death of me.