“How are you feeling?” Belinda asked.
Luca smiled. “Happy to be alive.” Squeezing my hand, Luca looked timid. “Would you mind leaving me with Tony for a moment please, Clara?”
I shook my head and I kissed his hand as got off the bed. “Of course not.”
“As soon as I’ve finished speaking with Tony, I want you back in here. I need to get reacquainted with you again, since we were forced to spend more time apart.”
Seeing his hitched eyebrow, I nearly laughed. It had only been a few hours since he was shot, and yet he was talking about having sex already.
Not wanting to argue with him for a change, I curtsied. “Certainly, my lord and master.”
“See that girl there?” Luca asked, looking at the others and pointing to me. “I’m going to marry that girl.”
Feeling teary and flustered, I made my way out of the room, leaving a trail of laughter behind me.
Belinda laid a hand on my shoulder. “How are you feeling?”
Thinking honesty was still the best policy, I smiled. “Exhausted, scared, and above all—happy.”
“Tony and I prayed for him last night. We knew he would make it. I didn’t think he would ever let you go that easily.”
I pulled Belinda in for a hug as we laughed together. “Thank you. Again.”
“You don’t have to thank me. You never have to thank me.”
Three weeks later.
Things settled down after a week or so, but I could tell all of Luca’s men had been out trying to find Antonio. It had been to no avail, though. Luca thought he may have gone into hiding for a while, but he wasn’t going to give up searching. Luca wanted revenge, and he wanted it badly. I had to admit, I wanted it badly too. It was crazy when I thought about it. Maybe I was becoming a gangster’s moll after all.
When I got back to the room that day at the lodge—after Luca and Tony had finished talking—I was instantly reminded of whom I belonged to. We didn’t have sex; Luca would never let me have that much control. He did, however, work his magical fingers on me.
Suffice it to say, I wore him down eventually. After a week or so of driving him crazy, I finally got my wicked way and was able to thoroughly enjoy myself on top of him. Luca had to take control even then, and he guided my hips as I went. Even then, he just couldn’t relent.
Having that lack of control just made Luca even angrier with Antonio. Every time we had been apart in an intimate manner, it had been because of Antonio, and that thought made Luca look venomous at times.
Despite that, I was still enjoying myself on top of Luca, taking care of each and every one of his needs. It was quite nice to have someone to look after—other than my girls of course.
Business was back on track, and in Luca’s absence, I was watched like a hawk. Poor Tony must have been exhausted as it seemed he was the only one Luca trusted to watch over me. I felt bad because I was taking his time away from Belinda.
Talking of which, she still hadn’t entertained a client. I thought that, deep down, her feelings ran a little deeper for Tony then she let on.
Mia and Alessandro were still going strong. I think they had a competition going to see how many rooms they could have sex in. I caught them a couple of times on my rounds, and I haven’t let them live it down. Alessandro just shrugged his shoulders and said, “I’ve seen you naked, so I suppose it’s only fair that you see me naked, too.” Thank God Luca wasn’t there when he said that!
Reluctantly, I left my tower this morning so that I could go to my office and do some work. Belinda and Mia were doing their best to run things, so I could take care of Luca as much as I could. The reason for my absence didn’t make me feel any less guilty about it, though. They were all so used to having me there whenever I was needed.
I was actually in the middle of doing some admin when a knock sounded at my door. “Come in!”
The door pushed open, and Belinda came in looking a little out of sorts. “What’s wrong?”
“There’s a lady here. She says her name is Isabella. Are you expecting her?”
Frowning, I tried to recall if I had ever heard of her before. “No. Why is she here?”
“She says she wants to speak with you. I just assumed she was either another potential girl or a client.”
Feeling my curiosity peak, I said, “Okay, let her in.”
Belinda nodded and walked out the door. A couple of seconds later, a knock sounded and in walked a beautiful Mediterranean-looking lady with long, silky black hair and the most pristine olive skin. If she was here for the job, I might have to hire her on the spot. She was beyond beautiful.
Smiling, she came towards my desk and held out her hand. “Clara Murphy?” Her accent had an Italian twang which sounded sexy.