Chapter 10 Between Hell and His Arms

ALINA

I opened my eyes, moaning softly as the light coming from the window stabbed my eyes.

It was morning already. I closed my eyes again, deciding I really had signed up for more than I could take.

I remembered Luca standing in front of that man, his cock falling to the floor like it had never been attached to a human body.

"Alina?"

I opened my eyes again. Luca was sitting beside my bed. I watched him silently for a second. How could someone so handsome be so devious?

Luca was dressed in a black shirt that stretched tight across his shoulders and highlighted his hard stomach.

His thighs were thick in his black pants.

His thick hair fell over his eyes like he had been running his hand through it all night.

I looked away, swallowing hard to clear my throat. My mouth felt too thick, same as my throat. "Did you really cut off his..."

Luca stood and came to the bed. He took my hand in his. "Yes, Alina. Sometimes, we have to be evil to stay alive. They almost killed me."

I swallowed again, uncertain if it was from his hands wrapped so warmly around mine or the look in his eyes. "Luca..."

Luca shook his head, pressing a finger to my lips. "I warned you to stay in the room. You weren't meant to see that."

I nodded. He was right. I really didn't think I had the stomach for that. I had dressed yesterday and left the room a few minutes after he did.

It was easy to follow the screaming men into the dungeon. His men did not try stopping me. After all, I was married to their boss.

To them, I was their boss. Alina Costa was Mafia royalty.

I sighed. "Your men must think I'm such a weakling. I fainted like a baby."

Luca smiled, and it was like sunshine breaking out from dark clouds.

He looked nothing like the monster who had tortured those men last night.

He kissed me on the lips, then laughed softly. My heart fell from a skyscraper with no parachute. "You're my baby, Alina. They would never."

I looked away, fighting the smile off my face. How could he change this way? How was it possible for these two men to belong in the same body?

Luca stood and walked away.

He came back with a breakfast tray. "I had breakfast made for you. You were lucky Marco reacted so swiftly, or you might have had to go into the hospital this morning."

He handed me the tray, watching me like he was worried I might faint again.

The food smelled heavenly. I looked away shyly. "Thank you so much, Luca. This is really sweet."

He chuckled. "Don't tell the men. I told them the food was for me."

He pulled his jacket off the bed. "I have a meeting for this morning. You can stay in bed all day if you want, or you can have a little shopping with your maid."

I looked up at him. "My maid?"

He nodded. "My sister Sofia has one. I thought you might like one too."

"Luca," I muttered.

He shrugged like he didn't really care. "Your choice. If you don't want one, you can refuse when Sofia arrives with her."

I dropped the tray on the bed. "Come here."

He stopped and stared, looking like he didn't understand a word I'd said. "What did you say?"

My heart slammed into my chest. I didn't mean to sound disrespectful. I just wanted a look at his shoulder.

I was certain after his torturing spree yesterday, that he still hadn't made time to go to the doctor. I had known who Luca was, but to see it so dramatically? It was no wonder I had fainted.

"I'm sorry, my husband. I only wanted a look at your shoulder," I said shyly, calmly, smiling softly, looking at him from the corner of my eyes.

"I do like that title coming from your lips," he groaned, climbing the bed and settling beside me.

My hands were shaking as I pulled his jacket off. He winced, and I became gentler.

I unbuttoned his shirt, trying not to let my mouth hang open as his chest came into view.

He had to be the hottest man on the surface of the earth. His chest was defined, his stomach all hard muscles without looking like he worked hard just to show off his body.

I licked my lips, pulling his shirt off. His bandage was clean, which meant he'd had it changed at least.

I breathed a sigh of relief and nodded. "Thank you for having it changed."

He watched me for a few seconds, his eyes moving from my shaking fingers to my breasts, which were heaving too fast.

His large palms closed over my breasts, and he dropped his head between them. I gasped, my eyes flying wide and open.

He kissed me between my breasts, then pressed a firm kiss to one breast and then the next. "You smell so good. What's this smell?"

I moaned when he nipped at my skin gently. "Tonka bean and vanilla. I have it custom-made for me."

Luca sniffed hard again. Then lifted his face. His eyes were hungry and primal. I felt an answering pull in my stomach. "I like them on my babies."

My brows rose. "Your babies?"

His hands cupped both my breasts at once. "These two. They belong to me now."

He stood, looked down ruefully at his pants where his dick had tented them. He backed away, then turned and walked to the door.

I watched his tight ass walk away from me, then flopped onto the bed. "Damn it," I swore.

What did I do now? How could he be so violent and yet so sexy at the same time?

Also, wanting my husband was not a part of this deal. It would only complicate things. And I still hadn't told him I was a virgin.

My phone rang on my nightstand. I picked it up and saw Pietro's name on the screen.

"Hello, Pietro."

"Your uncle Roberto is here. He wants you to hand him the Costa Mafia."

I shot up from bed, my stomach twisting. This was bad. Very bad.