Chapter 55

Marabella’s POV

The past two hours that I have spent in this room alone, have been the longest and most excruciating I have ever experienced. I can’t focus worth a damn on my school work. I think I have done, maybe, three pages, when I have at least twenty or more to finish. Most likely more. All I can think about is Luca’s hands on me, the way he made me feel, and how sore my throat was. I am enamored with how Luca took control of the situation earlier, also the fact that I enjoyed, craved it even. I wanted to give in to him, give him whatever he wanted from me.

The words on the paper were a blur, as my mind replayed earlier, over and over. I tried to shake my head to snap out of it, and that didn’t work. So, I stood and did a few stretches. That seemed to help a little bit, but I still felt groggy and fuzzy. I went to the bathroom to take a cool shower, hoping that it would do me some good. The water felt divine as it ran down my body. It cooled my heated skin.

As I let the water run down my face, I felt hands skim my waist, circling up and gripping my breast. I instantly stiffened, knowing that it wasn’t Luca. I threw my elbow back, aiming for the ribs, but when I made contact the wall of muscle did not budge. Fuck. “LUCA”, I screamed. The man spun me around and clutched onto my throat, cutting off my air supply.

I had never seen the man before, but he definitely looked like one of Luca’s men. He wasn’t as tall as Luca, but he was bulkier, as if he was on steroids. “Why are you screaming like that, cupcake? I’m just here to play a little with you”, he growled, making my skin curl.

I tried to kick him, forgetting that it was my dominant leg that was injured. I tried to cry out in pain, but his hold on my throat was so tight that silence fell from my lips. “Aww, is the little birdie mute. You sounded so precious earlier when the King had you moaning right?”, he asked, mockingly.

My nose flared, as anger coursed through me. I kicked as hard as I could with my left foot, kicking him in the nuts, but also putting all of my pressure on my bad leg. So when he fell to the shower floor, so did I. I gasped for air, immediately trying to scream again for help. My throat was intensely sore, making my call for help sound like a mouse squeak.

“You fucking bitch”, he groaned. “Luca”, I tried to call again. The man rolled over on his knees, before I could get up, and he immediately pinned my body in place. He reared back and slapped me hard across the face, making me whimper. A knock sounded at the door, giving me a glimpse of hope.

“Mrs.Mara?”, I heard Rex call out. “Rex, he-“, my plea was silenced by his hand. “Shut the fuck up, you stupid bitch. I’m getting what I want from you, one way or the other”, he hissed quietly. Rex started pounding on the door. “Mrs.Mara, are you okay?”, he asked through the door.

I tried to call out to him, but it was muffled. I panicked, not knowing how I was going to save myself now. I had an at least 250lbs man on top of me, and my body guard couldn’t hear me. Fuck! Think, Mara, think. I know tears streamed down my face. I noticed that the facet was right by my feet, so I did my best to turn off the water, while I also fought off his hands as they tried to grope my breast. In the process of turning the water off, I knocked over some shampoo bottles. When I finally got the water off, I immediately started kicking at the bottles to make as much racket as possible.

The door busted open, catching both our attention. Relief sprang through me when I made eye contact with those fiery gray eyes. Pure rage and fury swirled in my husband’s irises. “Luca”, I called through the man’s, still muffled, and most likely not comprehendible. “Boss, you’re back early”, the man, who still had me pinned to the shower floor, said slowly. Knowing he just fucked up.

“Get. The. Fuck. Off. My. Wife”, Luca growled through gritted teeth, punctuating each word. The man above me stood frozen in place. I could feel his body violently shake against mine. More tears rolled down my cheeks as I closed my eyes. I heard Luca’s footsteps approach, his shoes clicked against the tile. The man’s hand released my mouth, with my first breath I called out to my husband. “Luca”, I croaked, barely able to speak.

As the man backed off of me, Luca’s hands reached under my arms and grabbed ahold of my breasts, as he pulled me to my feet. I know it was Luca’s way of making a full-blown claim to me, getting his point across to the guy. He watched as Luca had done it, very closely, because pure jealousy flashed through the man’s eyes.

“You do realize that she is mine, right?”, Luca questioned darkly, as he wrapped his suit jacket around my body, and maneuvered me behind him. “Boss”, the guy said nervously holding up his hands. “I’m sorry it won’t happen again”, he pleaded. “Oh, I know it won’t because those right there are the first to go”, Luca said, pointing at his hands. “Amongst many other body parts, before I take your life”, Luca said deeply.

I had my arms wrapped around Luca’s waist and my head resting on his back. “Sergio, take him to the cells”, Luca growled. His arm was firmly wrapped behind him, keeping me snug to his back. Sergio slipped passed us to grab the guy, as he walked him passed Luca. Luca drew back and decked the man, knocking him out cold.

“Thanks brother, now I have dead weight to carry”, Sergio said mockingly. “I don’t give a fuck. I needed to release a tiny bit of my rage so that I don’t dismember that son of a bitch right here in my bathroom. “It’d be easy to clean”, Sergio said, shrugging. “Get the fuck out!”, Luca hollered. I actually chuckled. I don’t know if I am in shock, or what, but I actually chuckled. Making Luca freeze in his tracks.