The Wounded Bloodline

The Unexpected Passenger

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Luca pulled into his garage, his expression unchanged. He got out of the car and walked towards the trunk, his eyes fixed on the bag inside.

As he opened the trunk, he heard a soft snoring sound. He raised an eyebrow, his gaze shifting to the girl curled up in the trunk.

She was a stranger, with a look of vulnerability that didn't move him. He didn't know her, and he didn't care. She was just a problem to be solved.

"Get out," he said, his voice firm but devoid of emotion.

The girl stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She looked up at him, confusion written all over her face.

"Where...where am I?" she stammered.

"You're in my car," Luca replied, his tone unyielding. "And you need to leave."

The girl hesitated, then slowly got out of the trunk. Luca didn't offer to help her, didn't even look at her.

"Who are you?" she asked, her voice shaking.

"I'm Luca," he replied curtly. "And you are?"

"Stelle," she whispered.

Luca raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing in my car, Stelle?"

Stelle hesitated, then took a deep breath. "I was running away from my father. I didn't know where else to go."

Luca's expression didn't change. "That's not my problem," he said. "You need to leave. Now."

Stelle's eyes widened, but Luca didn't relent. He didn't care about her problems, didn't care about her at all. She was just a stranger, a nuisance to be eliminated.

"Please," she whispered. "You have to help me. My father will kill me if he finds me."

Luca shrugged. "Not my problem," he repeated. "Leave. Now."

And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving Stelle to her fate.

Stelle's POV:

As I walked, I couldn't help but notice the figure watching me from the shadows. Tall, imposing, and cold. Luca.

His eyes seemed to bore into my soul, his gaze unyielding. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he approached me, his movements fluid and graceful.

He was a perfect example of muscularity, his broad shoulders and chiseled chest evident even under his clothes. His winter blue eyes seemed to pierce through me, his tanned skin a testament to his love of the sun. Thick hairs covered his arms, and a tattoo of a snake coiled around his bicep, its eyes seeming to gleam in the dim light.

I felt a flutter in my chest as he grasped my arm, his grip firm but not ungentle. "You're coming with me," he said, his voice firm.

I hesitated, unsure of what to do. But Luca's grip on my arm was unyielding, his eyes unyielding.

"You don't have a choice," he said. "You're coming with me, or you're going back to your father. Your choice."

I felt a surge of fear at the mention of my father, and I knew I had to take my chances with Luca. Despite his cold exterior, there was something in his eyes that seemed to hint at a deeper emotion, a spark of humanity that I couldn't quite ignore.

"Okay," I whispered. "I'll come with you."

Luca nodded, his grip on my arm tightening. "Good," he said. "Let's go."

And with that, he dragged me away, into a world of uncertainty and danger.

As Luca pulled me through the streets, I couldn't help but notice the way he moved with a fluid grace, his muscles rippling beneath his skin. His eyes seemed to scan the surroundings, his gaze darting back and forth with a intensity that made my heart race.