A Kidnapper's Dream (Unedited)

-Chapter 9 (Luca's POV): Cocky Son of a Bastard-

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-Written By: LovableMonster-

-Chapter 9: Cocky Son of a Bastard-

(Should I change this to 'Felix' or something else?)

(Luca's POV)

After the fight, which was caused by that slut Gringale, I watch Jessalyn run to the bedchambers and hurry to catch up with her. My heart starts pounding in my ears when I come to a halt and spot the man Annabella was yelling about. He's tall and clean shaven, with brown hair and green eyes; Felix Johnson.

He smiles and puts up a hand to shake and I ignore him with a question. "What are you doing here Felix?"

The smile remains on his face,'' Just thought I'd paid you a little visit...''Felix's eyes dart over to Jessalyn and she has a sudden look of fear that quickly passes over as Felix returns his view to me.

"Did that whore of a wife of yours send you?" I spit at him and move closer to Jessalyn.

It's been a long time since Felix visited. We used to be good friends back when Ms. Gringale was 'mentoring' me to become a better artist. Then he married the filthiest skank he let his eyes wander upon. Felix always left the decency at home.

Felix laughs, filling the whole room with his cocky attitude.

"No, I'm afraid not. I'm no longer with her...I've suddenly become available," his eyes wander back over to Jessalyn and I put up a protective arm in front of her.

Jessalyn looks over at me and then Annabella comes running in, hugging at her knees. Annabella trembles at the man's voice and she grips her little hands around Jessalyn's skinny, pale legs. Felix sits down on the bed and kicks up his feet on the wooden headboard.

When me and him got older we found we had too many differences. I was always finding myself maturing and Felix wanted to play his silly games and treat women like newspaper; another day's print. We made our separate ways and he dares to show his face back in this place; especially without a weapon...

"Do you mind?" I ask Felix for his arrogance, putting down my hand from Jessalyn.

I always feel the need to protect that foolish girl, because she's always letting her mind wander like a cat with a ball of string. It's exhausting, turning one way and then the next for her.

Felix jumps up and straightens his clothes; a red tunic and a pair of white pants. He finishes patting them down and adjusting a button that happened to come undone.

"You have a lovely home as always, Luca," He smirks and walks out the bedroom door, letting his fingers linger on it.

In return we all follow behind, letting our minds question every move Felix is about to make. I don't know why he's here now, or why...Felix was always the type to wander about. He sits down on top of the wooden dining table and picks up an apple from our wicker basket. He takes a bite and starts to eat it like it's his food and he's in his house. I grab the apple from his hand and he gives me an eat-shit look. I toss the apple in the waste basket and grab him by the collar.

"Why are you here?"

He looks up at my eyes and tries to escape from my grasp, but that makes me pull on him tighter. He struggles around a bit and gives me expressionless eyes.

"I need a place to stay Luca...Just for a little bit, till I get back on my feet..." Felix suddenly becomes aware that my fingers are edging up his throat and he mutters out.