Love Mafia | Rewritten

6: Bullet Wound

I wake up in a blast of pain. It hurts so much I scream. I hear feet moving around me, but my body is on fire. I scream again as a cold hand touches my flaming body. I hear a voice say, "Relax, beautiful."

I flinch away from the man who shot me. His hand pulls away from my body. The loss of contact, however, makes me whimper. Luc shouts, "Get her a cold towel to put on her shoulder."

His hands are back on me but this time with a cold towel. I lean into the touch with a moan. My mind is finally getting used to the pain, so I see my surroundings are Luc's bedroom. There is no one in the room besides Luc. I whisper, "What happened?"

Luc doesn't answer. I prod, "You held a gun to my head, yet the bullet went into my shoulder. How?"

"Because I wasn't the one who shot you," Luc finally answers, sounding pissed.

"Then who did?" I question, trying not to be hurt by his anger.

"Theo," he replies, his voice quiet and self-depreciating, "I was too hesitant to shoot him because of our past. And now you're paying for that mistake."

His hand curls into a loose fist against my shoulder. His anger is at himself, I'm quick to realize. He whispers, his voice deadly, "I won't make the same mistake twice. Especially one that could cost my beautiful her life."

My heart pounds. He called me his. I turn to face him and whisper, "Compassion is a good feature."

"Not for a mafia boss," Luc dismisses. His stormy ocean eyes tell me he has tried the compassion route and it didn't go as planned for him. My fingers come up and trace his jaw, he leans into it and his eyes shut. My fingers run across his lips and I lean in, barely a breath away. I remove my thumb and replace it with my lips. He gasps slightly, surprised by my actions. I try to pull away, thinking that he doesn't want to, but he keeps me against him. His hands hold my jaw carefully. His lips press harder into mine. It feels like he is trying to remember this. As if he wants to know the shape of my lips.

I pull away and he smiles. He whispers, sounding amazed, "God, your lips are amazing. I could kiss you for days."

He means it. His face is sincere. His gorgeous eyes don't lie. I whisper, "Thank you."

"For?" He whispers back. His fingers still brush across my skin. The soft contact causes me to shiver.

"For saving me," I reply.

He kisses my shoulder softly. His hands touch around the bandages. I gasp at the contact. He pulls away, but I lean back into the touch. Silence wraps a comfortable blanket around us.

After a long time Luc says, "I have to check the wound. Is that okay?"

I nod and his fingers gently pull away the bandages. When I feel the cold air brush the wound, my body tenses. He very carefully tugs the rest away from my skin. He says, "I'm so sorry, beautiful. This is my fault. I should never have retaliated. I'm so sorry."

"It's fine," I whisper.

He dresses the wound up again. His finger brushing over my sensitive skin as he replies, "It's not fine and it never will be."

"Did you start a war?" I ask, interrupting. My hand fidgets as I wait for a response. I'm scared. A war means I could lose him. I just got him, I can't lose him.

"Yes," he replies, "And after all of this is over whoever wins gets to keep you."

"Keep me?" I echo. I turn to face him, "I am not an object."

"If he wins, the debt you owe me becomes the debt you owe him," he tells me, "And if I win the war, then you're free to do whatever. He is going to pay your debt for you."

"I want to stay here," I tell him, turning to face him, "No matter what happens. I want to be with you."

"I know," he whispers, "But there isn't much I can do about it now."

"Why did you have to involve me?" I ask quietly, hands tightening into fists. He grabs my hands.

He leans his forehead against mine as he says, "Because otherwise it would be for his business and I would have to end his life."

His lips meet mine, softly. I press my lips into his harder and his hands tightens against my thigh a little. He pulls away and whispers, "I'll be back later. Goodbye, my beautiful."

"Goodbye, Luc," I whisper. He leaves and I lay back on the bed. My whole body is exhausted.

I wake up to fingers running gently through my hair. The feeling sends shivers down my back. I flip over to see Luc. He looks stunning. I reach up and grab his collar and bring his face to mine. Our kiss connects in a flurry of passion.

He rolls on top of me. Hands tangling in my hair. His lips gently touch mine repeatedly. I tangle my hands in his soft hair. His body is warm against mine. He pulls away and whispers, "You're so beautiful. God, I could stay here all day."

"Then let's do that," I whisper, kissing him again.