Sin and love

Stitches

Alexia

The following few weeks went by in a blur. My father tried talking to me, but I shut him down every single time. Most if my time was spend in my room or in the gym. The other day Amara had bought all those bridal magazines to my room, she was accompanied by Emilia. From what i had learned about her she was about two years younger than me.

She was Lucas cousin and Alex younger sister. She was nice, but I had not felt like talking. Nico tried to talk to me too, but mostly we just fought against each other in the gym.

Luca and I haven't talked to each other at all. Somehow that stung a little bit, every time I saw him leave the house out of my window my chest tightened. I wasn't happy about this arrangement ether, but he gave me the feeling he really did not wanted to marry me.

Like I didn't matter to him at all. At night my mind went back to the night in Spain. The feeling of his lips against mine. I missed him in a way I hadn't found possible.

My room was dark as my mind replayed the moment in span with him. I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, groaning as I pushed up and opened them again.

I heard an engine outside and got up from my bed, moving toward the big windows and lightly peeking out, toward the drive way. The black Ferrari that Luca drove had just pulled up in front of the mansion and a few moments past until he got out of the car.

His movements were stained and his hand moved to hold his right side as he took a few carful steps toward the door. As the light hit him I could see that his white shirt was nearly completely covered in blood, so were his hair and face.

My breath caught and I let the curtains drop again, without much more thought I opened my door and left my room. The house was dark and I could only hear the echo of the door opening and closing and then a few quiet groans of pain.

I stopped on top of the stairs looking down at Luca who had now seen me. His gaze met mine and as he took the first step on the stairs his whole body tensed and pain flashed across his face.

I rushed down toward him, only standing on the first step of the stairs. "What did you do?" I whispered angrily as I stopped next to him. Luca smiled jokingly and as chuckled lightly befure hissing.

"Hello to you too dear fiancé" he whispered back and I really want ted to punch him. "Let me help you" I told him mich more than asking him and he just nodded.

I grabbed his arm and wrapped it around my shoulders, supporting his weight as much as possible as he e moved up the stairs. When we reached to top I took a step away from him, looking him up and down once, befure moving too pull his hand away from his side.

"Don't" he started but I already pushed up his shirt revealing a step wound. "Fuck Luca how stupid are you" I whispered befure I pulled him toward his room and closing the door quietly behind us.

I turned on the light and was greeted with the full few of Lucas blood covered hurt self. He had a gash on the side of his head, but he wasn't bleeding anymore there. A few bruises were already firming on his cheek and around his left eye.

His shirt was torn.

"Bathroom?" I asked and he nodded tuward one of the doors on the side. I pushed it open and gave him a look telling him to go inside. Luca sighed and followed me into his bathroom, sitting down on the closed toilet seat.

We did not spoke as I took out the first ate kid from underneath the sink and bit as u crunched down in front of him. I cut it his shirt, it would have went into the trash rather way and took a look at his wounds. His torso was covered in blood, some of it his own.

I shook my head, before I started to clean his torso and disinfect the smaller cuts white Luca kept pressure on his wound on the side. Only a few moments later I softly moved a way his hand and revealed the knife wound on his side. It was still bleeding and would need stitches.

"You should see a doctor" I told him and Luca groaned. "Just stich me up or I will do it myself" his voice was tensed and laced with pain. I look up and your eyes met. I nodded once and took out the needle.

I knew how to make stitches, I had to stitch myself up now and then, but my wounds were always pretty small and only needed a few stitches. Luca would need a few more.

I disinfected the wound again and Luca hissed as I did so, but his gaze stayed locked on me. Even when I pushed the fine needle through his skin he barely flinched, the only indicator of his pain were his white knuckles as he grubbed the toilet seat hard.

I covered up my stitching wirk befure I got up and took care of the small gash on his forehead. My fingers were soft against his skin, as I held his head steady while I disinfect the small would and used tape stitches to keep it together.

"Do you have a headache?" I asked him, my voice was quiet. "No but really" he answered. I nodded and I kept looking at him. "Alexia" he said and his hands found my hips squeezing lightly. "I'm fine" he added.

I nodded but I was still scared. "What if you have a concussion" I asked quietly and his gaze softened. "I don't, I promise" he was trying to calm me down. "What happened" I asked again and Luca sighed.

"I was taking part in an attack on one of the smaller cartels in our territory. The Mexicans are trying to expand and are building up their cartels in Italy now and we won't let that happen in our territory"

"You can't come home hurt" my voice was harder this time. "Home?" He asked and I stiffened. I tried to pull back and to turn around but his crib on my hips tightened as he pulled me tuward him.

"We are engaged, even though you did not act like it the last weeks" Lucas smiled dropped. "I wasn't sure how to act around you, it's not like we both wanted this to happen that way"

I nodded. "Alexia" he said again, his voice softer now. He pushed up from the toilet seat, his body tensed with pain. One of his hands left my waist and moved to cup my cheek. "I'm sorry" was all he said and I nodded.

I wasn't sure what gapped. After that but I stayed with him that night. We fell asleep next to each other and fire the for the first time I felt like this could really work out between us. Like we could be what all of them expected us to be, what our family needed us to be.

Husband and wife.