Chapter 57

Luca’s POV

I could tell Mara was nervous as I walked her to the stadium, inside the compound. “You won’t have to speak, piccola. Just stand to the side with Rex”, I assured her, my hand firm on her waist. Mara took a deep breath, “Okay”, she nodded. “Good girl”, I whispered in her ear. I led her up the stairs of the stage, and passed her off to Rex. Who held his arm out in a gentlemanly fashion. I nodded to him, as I continued further to the microphone.

“This afternoon, a horrible offense was inflicted upon your Queen”, my voice carried across all of my men. Sergio drug Francisco out onto stage. I watched Mara as she tensed, and clutched onto Rex harder. My fists tightened as my jealousy took control. I have to remember that I left her with him for a reason. If things so any type of south here, I want him to be able to remove her from the situation immediately. I took a deep breath and reined in my territorialness, like Mara likes to call it.

“Francisco, here, decided it was a genius idea to sneak into the shower with my wife and proceed to try and cop a feel. So tonight, an example will be made of him”, I growled, turning to face Francisco. Cal handed me, my long hunter’s knife. Perfect. I smiled wickedly, loving the absolute terror that was written on his face. “Boss, I wasn’t going to do anything”, he pleaded.

“No?”, I asked, tiliting my head to the side. “No, I swear. It was just some fun. To rile her up, you know?”, he shrugged, as if what he did wasn’t that big of a deal. I punched him in the jaw, snapping his head to the side, and breaking his jaw. “That is your fucking Queen”, I roared. Sergio released him, letting him stagger in front of me. His hands were free, so he could attempt to defend himself, though he most likely wouldn’t.

However, that right there, is the reason I did not want Mara to close, so that he couldn’t grab her. As Francisco held his hands up in defense, I swung my knife, taking one off in one clean swipe. He fell to his knees with a cry. “I told you what I was going to do to you”, I growled, loud enough for the audience to hear me. “I will not tolerate any of you mother fuckers, putting your hands on my wife”, I roared, taking his other hand in the process.

Pure rage fueled me. I wanted blood, all of it. Lessons will be learned here today, by everyone. My men will learn to keep their hands to themselves, and my wife will learn that I will go above and beyond for her. “Boss, please”, Francisco cried out. I looked up at my wife, who stood still as a statue watching me with intense eyes. I could not tell the emotions swirling in her eyes from this distance, but I could see that she stood like a Queen.

I smirked at her, as I kicked Francisco in the chest, sending him flying backwards into Sergio’s feet. I looked over to a few of my higher ups. “Strip him”, I commanded. When I made eye contact with Mara, her eyes pleaded with me to let her turn around. I nodded, knowing exactly what was going through my baby girl’s head. She turned around, facing towards Rex. It didn’t take the men long to strip Francisco. I wasted no time in castrating this piece of shit.

Francisco screamed out in pain and horror about just losing his manhood. Maybe he should have thought twice about going into my personal quarters, let alone the shower with my naked wife. Francisco took a few deep breaths and looked me in the eyes. The hate and fury that shined back at me was thick. “Your wife’s moans are quite beautiful, by the way”, he smirked. I saw red as I drove my knife into his throat.

What the fuck did he mean? Did he make her moan when he touched her? My eyes went straight to my bride, who’s back was still turned to me. I stomped my way towards her, ready to rip her a new one. Rex’s eyes pleaded with me. “Marabella”, I said. When she turned around, relief flashed in her eyes.

I stepped closer to her and reached around to grasped the back of her neck and pull her face to mine. I kissed her hard. Trying not to question her in front of my men. They need to know that I stand by her. Mara’s arms immediately wrapped around my waist, to hug me close. “Let’s go, my Queen”, I said, wrapping my arm around her waist and leading her off the stage.

“What was he talking about?”, I asked in a murmur, once we were a safe distance away from everyone. “He walked passed the door this morning and heard me”, she whispered. I sighed, when I was driving her up the wall. He walked past in the hall and heard her. That stupid son of a bitch. I’m glad I stabbed him in his fucking throat.

“Let’s get you back in bed, little one”, I murmured, opening the car door for her. “I need to work on my assignments”, Mara whispered. “Haven’t you been working on them all day?”, I questioned suspisously. Mara blushed and looked away, “I was distracted by my own thoughts”, she whispered. “What thoughts?”, I questioned, noticing her blush. “Thoughts of you”, she murmured.