Chapter Eight:

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I felt Luca's gaze narrowed down at me, warning me not to do anything stupid. I silently growled back at him, letting my anger bubble back up to the surface. I want to slap him in his pretentious face and stomp on his nuts. I saw Luca smirk and step closer to me, seeming to read my thoughts. I hated having him this close to me. His scent filled my nose. Cologne and brandy. I only recognized it because of my father, who drank so much of it that it coursed through his veins.

I refused to step down from him. You're strong. Stay strong. You can do this. I silently prayed and held the stern look that I had on my face.

Luca turned his head from me and looked down at Julie, who had still been crumpled up on the floor in fear. I saw her lift her gaze slowly to meet his eyes, before quickly looking away. She was scared.

"Cosa ci fa questa cagna qui?" Luca growled out, but I couldn't understand him. (What is this bitch doing here?)

"Era con... Emily." I heard Stefan speak up, clearing his throat and standing beside me. (She was with... Emily.)

Luca's head snapped towards Stefan in an instant. I felt the tension in the room grow thicker and my stomach flutter. Stefan mumbled something and looked frightened. Luca scared him. Noted. I looked over to Julie who caught my eye, she was attempting to crawl away from the man who stood beside her. I quickly shook my head at her, warning her not to move.

Luca and Stefan exchanged a few words in Italian. Luca's voice was much deeper than Stefan's, less pitchy and... sexy. Stefan flinched when I heard Luca's voice turn low and dangerous, probably threatening him.

The two continued rattling off at each other, before I saw Luca turn away from Stefan and I, he took a step towards Julie. She didn't let him get close before scampering backwards and cowered away from him. She held her hands up in surrender, acting like a small frightened animal. 

I kept my feet planted on the ground and balled my fists up, watching curiously at what Luca was going to do. Stefan must have sensed my unease and inched closer to me, looking down at me curiously. His lips pulled back into a smirk and I felt him looking me up and down. I ignored him and focused my attention back on Julie.

"M-master," Julie whimpered and held her hands up in surrender. "I'm s-sorry, I was jus-just.."

Luca lowered himself down to Julie, she immediately dropped her gaze to the floor and bit her lip. Julie tried to retreat away from him but Luca didn't let her get far, he let out a deep sigh and grabbed Julie by the arm, unbuttoning his suit with the other and running his hand through his messy hair. 

She stumble to her feet and kept her gaze on the floor. I stepped forward towards them, only to have the men around us train their guns on me. Silently warning me not to fucking move.

"You were what?" He mocked. "Being a betraying little cunt?"

Julie gasped at his words and shook her head profusely, fear painted on her pale face. 

"No-" She started but Stefan interjected.

I turned back to Stefan, eager to hear what he had to say.

"She was hiding Emily, in the closet and I over heard them talking to each other." Stefan chuckled. I turned my eyes towards him and drew my eyebrows together, wanting to strangle him right then and there. He perked up and raised his eyebrows at me, signalling for me to try something.

"Do you not remember what happened to your sister?" Luca questioned darkly, pulling at her arm, trying to get a reaction out of her. "Do I need to remind you what happens to people who try to fuck with me?"

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