The Wounded Bloodline

Obsession and Rage



Luca's POV:

I stood in the bedroom, gazing at Stelle with a mix of anger and admiration. She was a puzzle I couldn't solve, a challenge I couldn't resist. Her defiance and spirit only made me want to own her more.

But it wasn't just about desire. It was about revenge. Her father had killed my grandfather, the godfather of the Marinos. He had taken everything from me, left me with a legacy of pain and anger.

And now, his daughter was in my grasp. The daughter of the man who had ruined my family, my life. I could taste the revenge, sweet and bitter.

I thought back to the stories my father had told me, the stories of betrayal and bloodshed. Giovanni had been a rival, a traitor, and he had paid the ultimate price. But it wasn't enough. I wanted more.

I wanted Stelle to suffer, to feel the pain I had felt. I wanted her to know the truth, to know that her father was a murderer, a coward. And I wanted her to pay for his sins.

The music box on the nightstand seemed to mock me, its soft melody a reminder of the innocence I had lost. I would show Stelle no mercy, no quarter. She would be my revenge, my vengeance. And I would enjoy every moment of it.

I walked closer to Stelle, my eyes fixed on hers. "You know, your father and I have a history," I said, my voice low and menacing. "A history of blood and betrayal."

Stelle's eyes narrowed, her face pale. "What are you talking about?"

I smiled, a cold, cruel smile. "Your father killed my grandfather, the godfather of the Marinos. He took everything from me, left me with nothing but ashes and anger."

Stelle's eyes widened, her face shocked. "No, that's not true," she whispered.

I laughed, a harsh, mocking sound. "Oh, but it is true. And now, you're going to pay for his sins. You're going to suffer, Stelle. You're going to suffer for what your father did to me, to my family."

Stelle's eyes filled with tears, her face crumpling. "Please, Luca, don't do this," she begged.

But I was beyond mercy. I was beyond forgiveness. I was consumed by my rage, my need for revenge. And I would stop at nothing to get it.

My eyes widened in shock, my mind reeling with the revelation. "Your brother... he's the one who killed my father?" I felt a wave of rage and grief wash over me, my heart racing with anger.

Stelle's eyes filled with tears, her face pale. "I'm so sorry, Luca. I didn't know... I didn't know it was your father."

I took a step closer to her, my voice low and menacing. "Your brother took everything from me, Stelle. My father, my family, my future. And now, you're going to pay for his sins."

Stelle cowered back, her eyes wide with fear. "No, Luca, please... don't hurt me."

But I was beyond reason, beyond mercy. I was consumed by my rage, my need for revenge. And I would stop at nothing to get it.

I pinned Stelle to the wall, my lips crashing down on hers in a fierce, merciless kiss. I couldn't control myself, my passion and anger consuming me. My hands roamed over her body, claiming her as mine.

But as I felt myself getting lost in the kiss, I suddenly snapped back to reality. I realized what I was doing and where I was. I tore myself away from Stelle, my chest heaving with ragged breaths.

Her eyes were wide with shock and fear, her lips swollen from the brutal kiss. I gazed at her for a moment, my eyes burning with a fierce intensity. Then, with a growl, I turned and strode from the room, leaving Stelle shaken and confused.

I couldn't believe what I had just done. I had lost control, let my desire and anger consume me. I knew I had to get out of there before I did something even worse. I needed to calm down, regain my composure. But I knew I would be back, and next time, I wouldn't be so easy to control.