Luca Bonanno

Chapter 4

Luca Bonanno's POV

She gets into fighting stance as I get into mine. I aim a punch at her jaw but she dodges grabbing my arm and pinning it behind my back.

"You have to punch quicker, and recover quicker." She pants. "Try again."

I punch faster this time. She not ready and I hit right in the jaw. She just grunts spitting out blood.

"That wasn't fair," Stefano glares at me.

"What? You have to be prepared," I smirk at him.

He smirks back at me.

"Why are you smirking"- Gianna punch's me HARD in the cheek bone. Definitely leaving a bruise.

Stefano chuckles at me, while Gianna smirks.

"Pay attention." She gets back into stance. I swing, she misses. She spins, kicking me in the jaw. I try quickly get back up but trip falling on her. She flips me over, panting.

I can feel her heartbeat rapidly. We just stare at it other for a moment.

"Watch where you put your feet," she whispers in my ear breath fanning in the neck.

I can feel myself getting aroused.

"Stop."

"Stop what?" She puts her hands in my chest about to push off.

"Stop doing that," I pull her back on me. She feels it and realizes quickly squirming off. "No," I pull her back on me. I glance quickly at Stefano watching us. She gets it and shouts at Stefano to get us some water. When he leaves I run to the bathroom.

Ugh she gets on my nerves.

When I get home I take a quick shower, calming down a little. I can't get her out of my head though.

Her blue eyes. And gorgeous eyelashes. Her soft lips.

No!

This is why! This is why I can't focus on anything. I have to get rid of my feelings.

My father once told me. "You can't run a mafia if your side tracked. Love, one of the biggest distractions. The most common doom."

Distractions.

My mother calls me down for dinner.

"Where were you son?" My father questions.

"Training."

"With Gianna?"

"Yes."

"Great!" My mom chips in.

My father hates the fact that I'm weak at unarmed combat. He. Hates. It.

Only hear when he finds out I have another weakness now.

Gianna.

The first night I met her. Her father answered the door as she came downstairs. Not prepared of how pretty she was I was shocked. She almost fell, tripping, into her brother who caught her.

Her father didn't even let her speak. When he did scoffed at her answers. I noticed later that night how rough he was with her. Telling her what to be. How to be. That's when I really fell. She was suffering under him. I could see in her eyes how she feared him. I couldn't wait to get her out of there, so I set the date in two weeks. Enough time to plan.

However she seemed to darken when we told her.

How can one affect me so much.