His Possession

Chapter Eleven:

I let sleep take over my body, as I felt my eyelids droop down from lack of sleep. I couldn't remember the last time that I had slept, and my body was exhausted from the round of torture that I had endured not too long ago. I decided that it would be smart to sleep for the next five hours, since I had no idea what Luca had been planning for me.

I let myself fall asleep, allowing my dreams to take over.

"Hey, Emily." Ricky smiled at me as I entered the diner, sending me a wave from behind the kitchen window.

I glided over to the counter, dropping my bag and coat behind it. I sighed heavily and ran my hand through my hair. "Hi, Ricky." I breathed out in a sigh. I reached over to the coffee maker, clicking it on and letting a fresh pot brew. I needed coffee to survive this night shift.

"Make sure to re-wipe down the counter, it's a little sticky from yesterday." Ricky shot me a look from the kitchen. I nodded without responding, feeling exhausted already and I haven't even begun my shift.

I grabbed the wet rag from the sink and began scrubbing at the counter, which was fucking disgusting to say the least. It had sticky spots caked on like my eighth grade makeup.

"What did you do to this counter, Ricky? Did you shoot a porno before I got he-" I turned to face Ricky, only to see a man wearing a black mask, holding a gun to his head. Ricky froze completely, his eyes fixed on me. I dropped the rag and let out a gasp, darting towards the phone hidden behind the counter.

"Don't even think about it, Kitten." The voice snapped and I heard the click of the gun, signalling to me that he had it cocked and ready to shoot whenever he desired.

There was only one man I knew that called me that. Luca.

I stood back up to my full height, eyeing Luca up cautiously. He reached up to his mask, pulling it off in one swift movement. I eyed him up and down, taking in his appearance. He wore a black dress shirt, and black dress pants, or so I assume since I couldn't see his lower half through the small kitchen window. His hair was pushed off his face and his jaw that was covered in the small amount of stubble clenched and unclenched.

"What do you want?" I spat. "Haven't you tortured me enough? Just let me do my job and you do yours." I tried to reason with him, while Ricky kept his gaze on me. His forehead was covered in grease, along with his own beads of sweat.

Luca ignored my comments, "Haven't you missed me?"

His face displayed fake hurt, his lower lip pouting out at me like a child.

I locked my jaw and clenched my fists, "We're not children, Luca. What the fuck do you want?" I enunciated each word in the last sentence, letting him know that I didn't want to play games.

Luca sent me one of his signature smirks and pushed the gun further into Ricky's head. He was giving me a small warning not to disobey or test him. I nodded slowly, allowing him to continue.

"I want you to do something for me." Luca simply stated, his eyes fixing on mine.

I gave him a questioning look and leaned against the counter. I had to fight the urge to flee from his presence, but I didn't want Ricky and I to get killed on the spot. I didn't know exactly how unpredictable he could be.

Ricky seemed to read my thoughts, giving me a small nod. Luca hadn't noticed, his gaze was fixed on the door. I followed his eyes, turning my head and noticing what he was looking at. Stefan and Tyler had made their way into the diner, locking the door behind them. Both held handguns at their sides.