The Wounded Bloodline

Trapped in Luca's Web

Stelle's POV:

I tried to run, my feet pounding the pavement as I desperately sought freedom. But Luca was too quick, his long strides easily keeping pace with mine. His hand clamped down on my arm, spinning me back around to face him.

"You think you can escape me?" he sneered, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I own this city, Stelle. Every building, every street, every corner. You can't hide from me."

I struggled and kicked, but Luca's grip only tightened. He dragged me back to his car, tossing me in like a rag doll. I scrambled to my feet, ready to make another attempt at escape, but Luca's security team surrounded us, their cold eyes and stern faces a stark reminder of my captivity.

"You're not going anywhere," Luca said, his voice dripping with malice. "You're mine now, Stelle. Mine to keep, mine to use."

I spat in his face, but Luca just laughed, wiping the saliva from his cheek with a smirk. "You're feisty, I'll give you that," he said. "But it won't matter. You'll learn to obey me, to please me. Or you'll suffer the consequences."

The car door slammed shut behind me, trapping me in Luca's web of deceit and control. I knew I had to think fast, to come up with a plan to escape before it was too late. But for now, I was at Luca's mercy, and that was a terrifying thought.

Luca dragged me back to his penthouse apartment, his grip on my arm unyielding. I struggled and kicked, but he was too strong. He threw me onto the couch, where I landed with a soft thud.

As I looked around, I realized that I was trapped. The doors and windows were all reinforced with steel, and the glass was bulletproof. I was a prisoner.

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Luca's POV:

Today was a day of mourning, a day of loss. My father's funeral was a somber reminder of the impermanence of life. But even in death, my father's legacy lives on through me. And I have a plan to ensure that his empire continues to thrive.

As I stood at the gravesite, I couldn't help but think about the rival family, the Velentinos. They've been a thorn in our side for far too long. But now, I have a pawn to use against them. Stelle, the fiery and beautiful daughter of Velentino, is now in my custody.

But as I gaze at her, I can't help but feel a twinge of... something. It's not quite admiration, not quite fascination. It's a sense of being flawed by her, like a crack in the armor I've built around myself.

Her eyes burn with a fire that I've never seen before, a fire that makes me want to reach out and touch it, to see if it's real. Her anger and defiance are like a challenge, a challenge that I can't resist.

I take a deep breath, pushing aside these strange feelings. I have a plan to execute, and Stelle is just a pawn in my game of revenge against the Velentinos. But as I look at her, I can't shake the feeling that she may be more than just a pawn. She may be the one who changes the game altogether.

I step out into the midnight air, the city lights twinkling below me like diamonds. I need a moment to clear my head, to shake off the strange feelings that have been plaguing me since I brought Stelle into my home.

As I walk back into the penthouse, I see her sleeping on the couch, her soft snores a gentle hum in the silence. My heart twitches, and I feel a pang of... something. It's a foreign feeling, one that I can't quite identify.

But I force myself to push it aside, to be the cold, emotionless mafia boss that I am. I can't let myself be swayed by sentiment or weakness. I have a plan to execute, and Stelle is just a pawn in my game of revenge.

I turn away from her, my eyes scanning the room as I remind myself of my goals. I will use her to get to Velentino, to destroy him and his empire. And then, I will discard her, like a used pawn.

But as I walk away, I can't shake the image of her sleeping form, her soft snores echoing in my mind. And I wonder, for a moment, if I'm truly as cold and emotionless as I thought.

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