Roller Skates [Yandere Mafia x Reader]

Chapter 21 - Unsee

The next day, I gradually awoke to find myself nestled next to Luka, who was engrossed in typing away on his computer. His broad shoulders hunched slightly over the keyboard, emphasizing his large frame, while his muscular arms moved with precision as he worked.

"Where am I?" I mumbled groggily, attempting to sit up, only to be gently pushed back down into Luka's lap. His strong, yet surprisingly gentle hands kept me in place, a reassuring presence amidst the haze of sleep.

"Stay," he murmured softly, his hand gently caressing my hair.

I acquiesced, staying put for what felt like an hour as I drifted in and out of sleep. Eventually, I mustered the energy to speak up. "Luka," I grumbled, feeling the need to address the situation.

He ceased his ministrations, and I sat up, taking in my surroundings. I realized I was in his room, but something felt off about the setup. Luka's focus remained fixated on the screen, his fingers moving swiftly across the keyboard.

"Sweetheart, have you slept yet?" I inquired with concern, reaching out to touch his hair tenderly. my fingers gently tracing the contours of his defined jawline, feeling the strength and power that lay beneath his rugged exterior.

"No," came his curt reply.

"Oh, well... try to," I suggested gently as I rose to my feet.

"Where?" Luka questioned, his tone bordering on demanding.

"I was just going to get something to drink," I explained, feeling a pang of unease at his insistence that I stay.

"Stay. Don't leave," he commanded, his words leaving little room for argument.

I settled back onto the bed, leaning against Luka's sturdy frame for support. He paused momentarily in his work, his attention momentarily diverted, before Candice entered the room, holding out a bottle of water.

"Thanks," I mumbled gratefully as I took a sip, the cool liquid soothing my nerves. Suddenly, the calm was shattered by the sound of yelling, causing Luka to spring into action, his expression shifting from concern to anger as he swiftly grabbed a gun.

With a sense of urgency, he rushed out of the room, barking orders to the people gathered outside. In the chaos that ensued, Candice and the other bodyguards ushered me into a different room, their movements swift and purposeful.

As I waited in the relative safety of the new room, fear gnawed at my insides, each passing minute feeling like an eternity. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Luka returned, his demeanor strangely composed as if nothing had happened.

Would this be my new life? Would I have to get used to this constant sense of danger and uncertainty?

As Luka resumed his work, his fingers dancing across the keyboard, I couldn't shake the lingering questions haunting my thoughts. "Dear?" he called out, his voice deeper than usual, pulling me from my reverie.

"Yes?" I replied, turning to face him, a mixture of apprehension and curiosity swirling in my mind.

"Problem?" Luka inquired, his tone devoid of any hint of concern, as if the previous day's events had never occurred.

"Nothing," I muttered in response, though the memory of the panic still lingered in the back of my mind like a persistent shadow.

The following day was consumed by wedding planning, every detail meticulously scrutinized and debated until it felt as though my head might explode from the sheer overwhelm of it all. From the seating arrangements to the color of the napkins, every decision felt monumental, as if the success or failure of the entire event hinged upon the tiniest of details.

As we tried on dresses, I couldn't help but admire myself in the mirror, the gown so exquisitely beautiful that it brought tears to Sarah's eyes. Yet, despite the outward appearance of joy and excitement, a nagging feeling of unease gnawed at the edges of my consciousness.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a woman, her presence fleeting and ephemeral. When I looked again, she was gone, leaving behind only a lingering sense of disquiet.

The detective?

The thought sent a shiver down my spine, casting a pall over what should have been a joyous occasion.

"You saw me," she accused, her tone firm.

"Detective, you're not supposed to be here," I responded, a mixture of disbelief and concern coloring my words.

With a smug look, she met my gaze. "Remember what I said," she remarked cryptically, her expression leaving no room for misinterpretation.

"What are you doing here?" I pressed, my voice tinged with suspicion.

Her lips curved into a knowing smile. "Just keeping an eye on things," she replied evasively.

I narrowed my eyes, growing increasingly wary of her presence. "And what exactly does that entail?"

She shrugged nonchalantly. "Let's just say I have my reasons," she said, her tone dripping with implication.

I felt a knot form in my stomach, a sense of unease settling over me like a dark cloud. "I don't like this," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Trust me, neither do I," she replied, her expression betraying a hint of vulnerability beneath her stoic facade.

As I made my way to the elevator, overwhelmed by the weight of everything, I couldn't shake the feeling that it was all becoming too much to handle. With Candice and Sarah waiting for me, I stepped inside, hoping to find a moment of respite from the chaos.

Susan cast a concerned glance my way. "Where did you go?" she inquired.

"To the bathroom," I sighed out, feeling the weight of exhaustion settling over me.

As the doors opened on the upper floor, my heart stopped at the sight before me. Luka stood towering over someone, their figure writhing in pain as blood pooled around them. With a chilling calmness, Luka raised his weapon and pulled the trigger, ending the suffering in an instant.

We stood frozen in shock, the gravity of the scene unfolding before us sinking in with a sickening weight. The air hung heavy with the scent of blood and the echoes of violence, leaving us speechless and reeling from the suddenness of it all.