His Possession

Chapter Twenty-Nine:

EMILY'S POINT OF VIEW:

My eyes slowly cracked open, noticing that I was still in the living room. I adjusted my stiff body on the couch and realized that Luca wasn't with me anymore. I let out a huff of annoyance and sat up against the back of the couch. I pulled the blanket up closer to me and curled into a tiny ball.

I was still feeling rather sore, but it wasn't as bad as earlier. The food and the pain killers really seemed to help me out.

"Luca?" I called out loudly, hoping that he was only in the kitchen getting some more food.

No answer.

"Luca?" I called out louder this time and sat up straighter.

No answer.

I groaned and opened my mouth to scream, only to snap my mouth shut when I noticed a man walk into the room. I instantly knew that he was one of Luca's men because of how he was dressed. He was wearing a black suit and looked incredibly intimidating. His eyes found mine and his face held an annoyed expression.

"Jesus Christ, can you stop yelling?" His tone was gruff and I noticed that he had many tattoos all over his neck. His arms were crossed over his large chest and he stood in the doorway, eyeing me up intently.

"Where is Luca?" I narrowed my eyes at the tall man.

"He is busy, go back to bed." The man ordered and my jaw dropped in anger. I stood up from the couch and glared at him, feeling annoyed having him order me around. I ignored the sharp pain in my lower body, attempting to stand tall and proud.

"You don't get to order me around." I hissed back at him, balling my fists up and standing completely still.

The man stepped into the living room. The light hit his face and I noticed even more how scary he looked. He was very large, and very tall. He was at least a two feet taller than me, and he was built with pure muscle.

"Sit down and shut the fuck up, okay? He will be back soon." The man ordered and gestured to the couch dramatically, making me sigh in response.

"Fucking dog." I muttered and plopped back down onto the couch in frustration. I heard the man shift around and step back outside of the doorway, he muttered something under his breath but chose not to answer me.

I slumped lazily against the couch and fiddled with my hair, I desperately needed a shower, but I was still feeling very weak. I decided to try and go back to sleep, and hopefully I would start to feel better by tomorrow.

LUCA'S POINT OF VIEW:

I reached the top of the stairs and noticed that the man I had stationed outside of the living room wasn't there anymore. I growled in frustration and began walking towards the living room. Feeling a sense of anger taking over me.

I paused when I heard the distinct sound of Emily's voice grumble some smart ass comment as usual. I stood in the entrance way and listened closely, instantly seeing the man step back out from the living room.

His eyes trained on me and they widened slightly before he spoke up, "She woke up just now, I was about to come get you." He justified and stood tall, his hands rested at his sides casually.

I gave him a sly look and opened my mouth to speak, but Emily emerged from the door way and she locked eyes with me. "Where were you? I don't appreciate you leaving me alone with Mr.Asshole, here." She gestured to the man beside her, and gave him a snotty look.

I sent her a sharp glare, "Go back to the couch. You shouldn't be moving around." Emily's eyes widened and she flinched at my cold tone, but I was in no mood to argue with her.