Ruthless

Chapter 13

I'm so, so sorry for not updating within my 1-2 weeks ratio. I lost motivation to writing this book for a little because I've had work on top of work to do... the second semester has been too much to take in

Song Credit: Impossible by Shontelle

(Rain POV)

"Don't worry about it," Luca says.

"Luca," I practically beg as I reach out to him, but keep my arm on the bed. It's not like I could reach him anyways.

I see a small smile on his face before he pulls on sweatpants and pulls the sheets down a bit for him to come in. Wait. Is he going to sleep in the same bed with me shirtless? I swallow and feel heat spread on my cheeks. I move away from him and towards the wall.

His eyes connect with mine when he's settled and I can't look away. He won't look away. I move my eyes around the room hoping that he will look away, but he never does. I feel his hand grab mine and warmth spreads through my body.

"Stop being nervous," he says softly. "I'm not going to do anything. And don't worry about me, okay?" I nod. "It's the past. Nothing to worry about anymore." His hand seems to squeeze mine but I might've been imagining things.

"Why won't you tell me?" I whisper. I don't want him to hear my voice break. I don't want to be seen as that weak. I also know that he had to of gone through something terrible. Like me.

He's silent for a second before repeating the same thing almost. "It's not important. Now go to sleep." Instead of coming out as a command, it came out more as a suggestion.

"I'm not tired," I argue.

"I am." He smirks knowing he won.

I roll my eyes.

"Don't roll your eyes at me."

I want to roll my eyes again, but I decide to not test that. I go to the edge of the bed, near the wall so we have our own space. I close my eyes and begin to drift off but I'm freezing. My body shakes as I pull myself into a ball and try to warm up. Almost falling asleep then staying awake because your cold is a horrible feeling.

I feel a warm arm snake around my waist from behind. Luca pulls me to his chest and I stay rigid for a second. It weirdly doesn't take long to relax into his touch. A small smile is on my lips and I stuff my face into the pillow we're now sharing. This feels so comfortable. So perfect. Soon enough, I drift off to sleep.

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"I'm fucking tired of providing for your lazy ass. Not to mention I have to run this place and all you've been doing is needing attention because I can't trust you to be alone. Get out." Luca glares at me and each word he spews brings more tears to my eyes.

"I'm sorry, sir," I say, trying to keep my voice under control. "I tried to leave." My sentence comes out quiet.

"Excuse me?"

I don't say anything. Maybe he won't hit me if I don't utter another word.

"Would you like to say that again?"

I shake my head as I stare at the ground in submission.

"Look at me!" he yells. I jump and look up at him. I always forget that he wants me to keep eye contact with him. "Now, what was your smart ass remark?"

"Nothing. I'm sorry."

A sharp pain spreads trough my scalp as he grabs my hair harshly. I yelp. "I didn't give you an option! Stop getting me annoyed. What did you say?"