"Nobody is allowed between these pretty little thighs but me....and if anyone tries...𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦."
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They call him The King-a ghost who rules the world's most powerful mafia from the shadows. No face. No mercy. No mistakes.
And beside...
-"When you are not fed love on a silver spoon you learn to lick it off knives,"-
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She didn't have her contacts in again.
Luca couldn't stop staring.
She sat across from him, one leg tucked under her, oversized shirt sliding off one shoulder. A plate of eggs and toast in front of her, untouched. Her curls were still damp from the shower, clinging to the sides of her neck. And her eyes—God, her eyes.
Unfocused. Liquid honey. Softened by morning haze and the weight of exhaustion she hadn't let him carry.
They were the kind of eyes made to be looked at when she didn't realize anyone was watching.
"You're staring," she muttered, stabbing her fork into a piece of toast without looking up.
"You can't even see me."
"Doesn't take 20/20 vision to feel your eyes on me from across the table."
He smirked, leaning back in his chair, still holding her other plate steady with one hand so she wouldn't miss it.
"Eat," he said.
She grumbled something under her breath but obeyed, bringing the fork to her lips. He watched the way she moved, slow and a little sore, but still herself. Still alive. Still here.
His jaw clenched.
Last night, she'd nearly passed out in his arms. Covered in blood. Limping. Her eyebrow split open, and her lip bruised purple. She didn't even try to defend herself from his fury—just stared at him, wide-eyed and guilty.
And yet, this morning, she was back to being a little menace with bare legs and sharp comebacks like she hadn't dragged herself out of hell for his sister.
He reached forward, brushing a crumb off her cheek with his thumb. "Are you good enough to visit Thea?"
She nodded, mouth full. "I've had worse."
"Don't say that."
"It's true."
He leaned forward, voice quiet and low. "Then I should've been there to make it not true."
Kaia didn't respond. She didn't need to.
She just leaned into his touch.
They had an hour before heading to the hospital.
And Luca swore he wasn't going to let her leave his sight again.
♕
The hospital smelled like antiseptic and bad coffee. Kaia walked beside him in an oversized zip-up and black leggings, the subtle limp in her step making Luca want to carry her again. But she refused. Said it would draw more attention.
