Secret Vampire

Chapter 9

Luca Russo

That was weird. She told me she hates her father, but she's hugging him? She's not said a word to him and she even flinched. The fat fuck thought she was injured and not that she was just repulsed by him. Why was she hugging him if she despised him, though?

To be fair, it was more of a one-sided hug since she didn't hug him back.

Hugo invites us in and leads us through to his office.

Liza looks around the house as we walk through, probably recalling the memories of her abusive father.

Callum did some research about both of them before we agreed to the alliance and found that Eliza was sent to therapy and told them that her father "scares her and often threatens and hits her" and then the therapist was announced dead  a week later. Maybe that's why she was so scared to open up to me?

We enter his office as he takes his seat at the desk and me and Liza take our seats, on the other side of the desk, facing him.

"So, Luca, I understand that you're staying in Spain for  a while?" The fuck? He's just seen his daughter for the first time in 13 years and he's completely ignoring her.

"Yeah, I am." I reply, dryly. I hate abusers, anyone who hurts children or women.

"Well, I don't see the need of you to stay somewhere else, you can stay here." He says. Thank fuck. Now I can look after Liza.

"Thank you, I appreciate it." I say, looking at Liza to see that she's a bit less stressed now that she knows I'm staying here. At least I hope that why. I hope she's happy that 'm staying here with her.

"Now, Eliza, tell me about the Russians. Do you remember what they look like? Any of their names? Any of their plans?" The. Fucking. Shitfaced. Bastard. That's why he's so thrilled that she's back, so he can get information from her. I wouldn't be surprised if he's happy that he's got his punching bag back.

I see her jaw clench.

Eliza Garcia

I swear to god I could kill him. I'm fucking starving as well and the joy it would give me to rip into his neck and drain him- even though before I said I wouldn't bother, I would literally kill for some blood right now and he seems like he's volunteering.

A smirk grew on my face as I imagined killing him. Then, I feel a tap on my shoulder, Luca.

"You alright? You zoned out for a sec." Luca says.

"You know better than to ignore me Eliza. Don't anger me young lady." Fuck, how much I want to shout and scream at him.

"Sorry father." God how I hate calling him that. But I can't call him Hugo, he'd catch on.

"Have the night to remember anything you can and tell me in the morning. Go to bed now. Luca you can pick whatever room you like and Eliza you can go to your old room."

The idea of slapping him becomes more and more desirable. Luca and I get out of his office before I can give in to my thoughts.

We make our way up the stairs as I walk to the very end of the corridor and I enter my old room. One look at it and all the memories come flooding back; all the tears I shed on that bed, all the times my cheek stung from the power of his hand and the gun being held to my head. I can't be in here.