“Oh, you know Luca he's fine.” her eyes roll. “They all are the same. And you” she asked pulling herself up to sit on the bench.
“Me well I'm confused and worried but I'm way too hungover for any of this thinking shit so I'll leave you and lover boy to it, I'm going back to bed.” throwing the bottle cap at her as she slides down I see her look out at Capone.
“Maybe dad will shoot him too and we both can be confused together,” walking away from her laughing to myself my head hurts and the sun is way too bright. I fall onto the bed in my room placing my sunglasses over my eyes the instant black is so soothing and the banging inside my brain dulls slightly.
I must have fallen asleep because before I know it amongst all the still lovely quiet is loud POP sounds and smacking wood splintering along with windows shattering.
OMG what the hell it sounds like fireworks.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Over and over I then hear yelling and voices cackling out in laughter. Jumping from my bed as the window shatters and the curtains billow around the room at the instant intrusion of air, I hear my name being called. Yelled. Screamed. God, I don't know. Overall the noise and the throbbing inside my skull I can't make out what.
I hear a sick, skin crawling laugh and all I can make outis “Pay bitches.”
Suddenly my door flies open, and Luca throws himself at me and we land on the floor, his body’s shielding me from more popping that is causing the walls in my room to vibrate.
“Stay down, baby,” he whispers in my ear as the chaos continues to swirl around us. I can feel his heart beating fast as his chest covers my back, my face pushed into the overly soft carpet. He is protecting me and keeping me safe. I have no doubt he will always be there. As fast as it started everything goes quiet. I am still breathing frantically and internally I’m freaking the hell out.
“OMG, Luca, what the hell was that?” I ask him as I try to turn over to face him.
“Bullets, babe. And a fuck load of them.” He shifts slightly still covering me but rising up on his arms, so I am now caged in. I see the blood seeping through the sleeve of his white tee. His arm bleeding means he would have popped the stitches.
“Baby, you ok?” he searches my body with his eyes
“I-I-am-yep, I am fine,” I stammer out my breathing ragged.
“You're bleeding.” I say pointing to his arm, my hand grazing along his thick peck.
His eye fall to his arm “Yup, I am.” he says it like he already knew. “I’m good as long as your good.” His face lowers closer to mine
“I’m good.” I say to him and he laughs at me
“What's so funny?” I say looking at him.
“You, and the fact you have sunglasses on inside.” His smile is panty dropping on form.
“Yeah, well I have a hangover from hell and the sun is freaking loud.” I say to him, slightly jabbing him in the ribs with my hand. He flinches looking down at his ribs and my hands that have now stayed and sprawled out wrapping around his waist holding him.
My eyes follow his movements as he looks back at me his stare full of lust, desire. Well at least I hope that's what I see because my body is humming for it. Before I can even analyse that thought process his lips crash into mine taking my breath away. His tongue explores my mouth, seeking out my tongue and they began the sweet intoxicating dance.
“Whoa, Bro. Is she ok?” Capone's voice sounds out around us as Luca tenses breaking the kiss, his eyes snap behind him to Capone and now a shaking, pale Saylor at his side.
“Yeah, she’s fine.” he replies moving rather reluctantly from me and my body. I hate the loss of him. “Did you get a look at who it was?”
“Nah, brother. Masked up with bandanas and on motorbikes,” Capone says as he steps into the room and looks out the smashed window. “They were trying to get you, princess,” his tone is edgy and has me worried that the news got out already that I am Viper’s. No one will care if they say Luca. Luca to them is no one. But Viper, well, he is an important someone.
“Bandana color?” Luca questions like that matters right now. Our safe house has been shot. Saylor steps over to me and I wrap her in my arms.
“Black and yellow, brother.” he says back to Luca as Luca runs his hand over his stubble, making that sexy raspy, sound. Sort of like sandpaper rubbing over wood, it’s sending a sexual chill to my core. I need to have sex and with him. STAT.
“Girls, we gotta roll out. Shit’s a mess out there,” one of the prospects comes flying in stating this like he's the man.
I sense Luca tense, so I seek out his hand to calm him down. I see the annoyance flick through his eyes as he looks at the guy.
“No fucking shit, boy.” he barks out and with that he is dragging me behind him to his bike Capone and Say not far behind.
Sweet so we are leaving.
Chapter Twenty-One
