Luca Bonanno

Chapter 3

My mother stresses over the wedding. Non stop planning.

I had finally snuck away into my room when she called me back down.

"Gianna! We have to go shop for you wedding dress!" I groaned stomping downstairs. She grinned doing a little dance. She's clearly excited.

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"I don't like it," my mother declared.

"I like it," I gave her puppy eyes, turning back to the mirror to ogle over it.

It was simple. Laced straps fell off my shoulders. A long train dragged behind with a cool ombré effect of diamonds from the top down.

She sighed.

I sighed.

"I guess!" She grumbled.

"Thank you," I grinned running back to the changing room.

Unfortunately Luca wanted to meet me for lunch.

I wait patiently at the back of a restaurant keeping my eye out for him.

Finally he walks in. He catches my eye and walks over.

"Cara," he greets. I just nod.

"Would you like anything?" He pulls out his glasses. I have to say he looks hawt- no he looks ugly... very ugly. I scold myself.

"No thank you," I ate a big breakfast, pancakes with eggs. No wonder the dresses were a little tight.

"You have to eat something."

"Who said?" I argue. He looks at me for a second in disbelief, his glasses on the brim of his nose.

"I did."

"You can't force me to eat."

"Is that a challenge?" A few people around us start to stare. Before I could apologize he grabs my wrist leading me out quite forcefully. He shoves me into the limo and I stumble on the seat.

"Sorry," I beg. "I'm sorry, I really am!" He just looks out the window.

"I"-

"Just shut up!" He barks, his Italian accent coming out stronger.

"Okay... why are you so mad?" He turns faster than I can blink, grabbing my chin.

"You disrespected me! IN PUBLIC!" he squeezes tighter and tighter.

"I said I'm sorry!" I struggle to get out. He drops me.

"Sorry," he finally says. He looks out the window instead of looking at me.

"Look at me," I grab his cheeks in my hand. He covers my hands with his big ones.

A shot rings of the window.

Bullet proof windows.

"Go! You stupid moron!" He shouts at the driver. I fall back as we speed off. Bullets repeatedly hit the back window, slowly cracking it.

The wind shield shatters and the car slows down.

"I said go!" Luca yells slamming the seat of the driver. The driver slouches, dead.

"Oh my god!" I shout.

"Calmati, calmati il mio amore," Luca pulls me into a hug.
(Calm down, calm down my love)
"Oh my god!" I yell into his chest. He just sits there holding my head to his chest.

He shifts to open the door. I look up but he just covers my eye again.

"Don't look."

He gets out and a couple gunshots go off. I can here the driver being dragged out of his seat. Luca hits the pedal as soon as he gets in.

We race off as the shots slowly become nothing.

"What? The? Fuck?" I yell.

"Just some enemy's," he shrugs off, focusing on the road.

"Enemy's?"

"Galante, to be exact."

"How do you know?"

"The guys, they had stars tattooed on there neck."

"Right."

He dropped me off at my house and my mother rushes out quickly. I hear him speed off.

"What happened!"

"Nothing," I lied.

"Your father told me someone tried to kill you!"

"Just a misunderstanding," I smiled rushing up to my room.

A misunderstanding.

But for what reason would they want us dead. They have to know there starting a war.

The alliance. We are becoming stronger and they want to destroy the alliance before it's sealed!

We are the only descendants who are close in age and opposite sex. We are the only option.

The only option.

"Gianna! Dinner is served!"