Roller Skates [Yandere Mafia x Reader]

Chapter 43 - Cruel

As I tried to wrap my brain around Winter's revelations, the more confused and overwhelmed I became. I stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around myself, and made my way back to my room.

The moment I entered, I nearly screamed in horror at the sight of Luka standing there.

"Ah! Oh, it's just you," I sighed, my heart still racing.

Luka looked at me, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"Usually, you're still working in your office," I remarked.

"What?" I asked, unsure of how to respond to him just staring.

"Change," he said, his tone almost childlike, like a lost puppy.

I blinked, taken aback by his strange behavior. "Oh, no, I'm not going to change in front of you," I replied, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

Luka stared at me, his expression unreadable. "But... we're married," he said, as if that should have been obvious.

I hesitated, my mind racing. "Yes, we are. I guess it wouldn't be so bad," I conceded, my voice barely above a whisper.

God, where is Sarah when I need her? I thought, wishing I had my best friend's guidance and support.

I mean, we were married, after all. But the more I learned about Luka and his family, the more I realized that the rules and expectations here were vastly different from what I was used to.

Luka continued to watch me, his gaze unwavering. I couldn't help but wonder what was going through his mind, what he was thinking.

Was he truly as dangerous as Winter had described,

or

Was there more to him than met the eye?

Steeling my nerves, I took a deep breath and began to untie the towel, my heart pounding in my chest. As I let it fall to the floor, I couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability, but also a strange curiosity about what might happen next.

I could feel Luka's piercing gaze on me as I changed, the weight of his stare making my skin prickle with unease. Yet, despite my reservations, I found myself unable to look away from him.

Once I had finished dressing, I made my way to the bed, sitting down with a heavy sigh. Luka stood before me, his expression unreadable.

"What?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Without a word, Luka reached out and grasped my hand, guiding it up and down the expanse of his stomach. I gasped softly as my fingertips traced the rough, uneven terrain of his scarred flesh.

"Feel," he murmured, his voice low and intense.

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my ears as I complied, my fingers mapping the intricate patterns of his scars. The intimacy of the moment was palpable, yet tinged with an undercurrent of unease that I couldn't quite shake.

The charged moment between Luka and myself lingered, the weight of his scars and the vulnerability he had revealed leaving me unsettled and unsure of how to proceed

As I sat there, my fingers still tracing the uneven terrain of his skin, I couldn't help but wonder what horrors he had endured to earn such marks.

Were they a testament to his ruthlessness, as Winter had suggested?

Or was there more to the story, a deeper pain that he had never shared with anyone?

Luka remained silent, his gaze locked onto mine, searching for some kind of reaction or understanding. I felt exposed, vulnerable, yet strangely drawn to this complex man who had become my husband.

The air between us crackled with tension, and I found myself torn - torn between the desire to pull away and the need to unravel the mysteries that surrounded him. Whatever was happening here, I knew that I was in far deeper than I ever could have imagined.

As the moments ticked by, I struggled to find the right words, the right response to this intimate and unsettling encounter. Part of me wanted to demand answers, to confront him about the dark rumors that swirled around him. But another part, the part that was still reeling from Winter's warnings, held me back, fearful of the consequences of pushing too hard.

In the end, I simply sat there, my hand still resting on his scarred flesh, my mind racing with a thousand unanswered questions. The future, once so uncertain, now felt even more perilous, as I found myself caught in the web of Luka's world, unsure of where it would lead.

"Luka, these scars... what happened to you?" I asked, my curiosity mingling with a growing sense of compassion.

Luka's eyes, usually so guarded and impenetrable, flickered with a hint of something I couldn't quite place—was it pain? Regret? He took a deep breath, and when he spoke, his voice was low and more raw than I had ever heard it.

"Each one is a reminder," he began hesitantly

"Each one is a reminder," he stated hesitantly, "the price of power." His gaze drifted away, lost in memories only he could see.

I listened intently, my heart pounding with a mix of fear and fascination. "Were they all... necessary?" I ventured, unsure if I wanted to hear the answer.

Luka's gaze snapped back to mine, sharp and intense. "Yes"

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(A/N) 

 the way my wifi has been acting up is really testing me