'One night.'

My eyes nearly budge out of my sockets with his words and I can't stop myself from coughing loudly, choking on my drink. As a result, I end up spitting half of it over the bar. While I'm trying to steady my breathing from the stingy sensation in my throat, I look at Luca and snap.

'*cough* Hell *cough* no!'

He seems to be enjoying my demise a little too much as he laughs wholeheartedly. So he is just another pretty boy trying to get his catch of the day. I glare at him while pouring myself a new drink.

'What a waste.'

I mutter in annoyance, referring to my drink. You as well. I add silently as his gaze keeps fixated on me, what is it with these people?! I heave a deep sigh before turning back at him once more.

'Listen. I don't know what's so damn interesting about me, but leave me the hell alone!
Besides, they seem far more interested in you than I am.'

I say gesturing to the corner near the stairs with the flick of my hand to where a group of girls is swooning over him. Don't they have more pride than that? I wonder as Luca briefly glances over. But he doesn't seem to care as he continues to ignore them, quickly looking back at me.

'Well, seems as if those girls and I are in the same boat then...'

I raise my brows with a hint of sarcasm as he states that. If you mean you're both interested while the other party couldn't care less, he's correct. In that case, you should also know that it's best to throw in the towel. I look to the side again and I can already see hatred appearing in the girls eyes who are glaring at me. Great, that's all I need. They all frown at me disapprovingly, though I can't blame them. They all look like the types that worship fashion magazines, I'm nothing like that.

'I don't need a guy, alright. Already got one, and the best thing about him is he doesn't nearly talk as much as you guys and he always manages to get me to relax.'

I tell Luca sweetly clicking my tongue. His eyes waver slightly at my statement which only causes my grin to grow bigger. Right, now fuck off.

'And who would that be? I don't see him anywhere.'

He grumbles not even hiding his irritation, making me chuckle at his obvious behavior. I don't know why, but when he makes that face I wanna push his buttons even more.

'Your eyes must be lacking then, his name is Jack and he's right here.'

I snort, picking up the bottle of whiskey while flashing him a mocking smile. He sighs and it almost looks like he's actually ...relieved? Why? I wonder.

'In that case, I'm gay.
I love Jack, so we could enjoy him together.'

He states as if it's the most natural thing to say, which almost causes me to spit out my drink for a second time. Did he actually just say that?! My brain is working overtime trying to figure this guy out but it's to no avail. He clearly has no sense of shame at all, to be saying something like that. It could've easily been misunderstood if other people happened to overhear his words. I chuckle slightly amused, I gotta give him credit for trying.

'You don't give up, do you?'

He stares at me seriously for a moment, deep in thought like he's trying to come to terms with something inside himself. Eventually, the corner of his mouth curves up in a soft smile. Damn, he is good-looking! I'll give him that too.

'I'm not here on my father's account.'

He says with a deep voice looking me straight in the eyes. They narrow mischievously as he leans in closely and whispers with a devilishly low tone.

'And I don't know what you think I meant by "one night", but I meant to spend it just talking with you.
Either with or without Jacks presence, I don't mind either way.'

'The whiskey is not what I'm worried about.'

I mutter and he cocks his head slightly confused, not sure myself what I meant by that remark. My muscles can't seem to relax this entire time, and strangely enough, it's not because of Luca. For a moment or two, I wonder if my gut feeling is right. There's only one way to find out.

'Let me try something first.'

Before Luca gets the time to respond my hand dashes over to his side, my thumb stopping only an inch under his rib cage. If I would've driven my finger in the right spot he'd be crawling on the ground in pain by now. Luca raises an eyebrow slightly amused, not moving a muscle as I grumble.

'I knew it.'

I'm a target. My head snaps backward looking around the venue. Soon my eyes dash back and forth between three men, two of them I know. Micah is standing halfway down the stairs, the barrel of his gun sticking out from behind his jacket pointing straight at me. Sonny is standing upstairs behind a rail, together with another shady-looking guy, both aiming their guns at me out in the open. I glare at all three of them until Luca's laughter next to me pulls me out of my haze as I hear him chuckle.

'Well ...that wasn't very nice.'

'Shut it. If you want to talk you better make sure you put a leash on those watchdogs of yours.'

I snap angrily at him, which only seems to amuse him even more as I hear him chuckling beside me. His laughter makes me break eye contact with the other three and I turn back to look at him, only to notice how close together we still are and my mind goes blank for a second. T-Too close. Luca smirks, whispering against my ear as I feel something cold touch my side.

'Babe, you really think I can't stand my own against you?'

I shudder involuntarily at the sound of his deep tone, and I don't need to look to know there's a gun pointed at my side. Damn it! I glare at him my eyes blazing with fire, fucking pussy. To people around us, it must look like we're having a close conversation, or hugging even. That's far from the truth though, I got four guns pointed at me while my thump's still a mere inch away from Luca's ribcage. The muscles in my hand itching to drive into his weak spot, if only to wipe that smug smile off his face. I know the moment I touch him I'm dead meat, but I'm in no mood to back down either.

'You need not one, but four bloody guns to stand up to a girl. Who's the pussy now?'

I spit, but Luca's smile only spreads further. What the hell?! That wasn't meant to be a bloody compliment! I narrow my eyes at him, grinding my teeth as he says coyly.

'That may be true, but you are no ordinary girl.'

He smiles as he draws back his gun. I study him for another second or two before backing up myself. What is it with him?

'You've got yourself a deal.'

He grins and with those words, he leaves me utterly speechless before he gestures at Micah to come over. ...Does he mean? Still wracking my brain around the significance of what he just said when Micah comes strolling over his gun already out of sight.

'Go.'

Luca simply states, making both Micah and I stare at him wide-eyed. Why would he go through such lengths? Although it's true that I am no ordinary girl. If I was and I'd made a move like that on him, the others probably wouldn't even be bothered to draw their guns. They see me as a threat to Luca, so why is he doing this? He knows that when they're gone and we're in close proximity, we're probably both matched in strength. If I were to attack him out of the blue from close range and he wouldn't have enough time to draw his gun, he could be done for.

'Luca! You're kidding, right?'

Micah yelps dumbfounded, but Luca simply shakes his head. With my eyes trained on him I keep quiet and follow where this is going. I myself still trying to figure out Luca's train of thought while Micah sputters.

'You do realize that girl just made a move on you, right?'

'I do. It's not the kinda move I'd preferred though.'

He winks and I stick out my tongue, gagging as if I were to throw up. No way in hell that's happening! He chuckles in return and looks back at Micah ushering for him to leave once more as he says.

'It'll be fine, Micah. Tell Sonny and Marty to head out as well.'

'But~'

'That's an order!'

Luca barks firmly. The fact that he points out it's a demand leaves Micah no room to object, making him bite his lip in frustration. He looks over at me, studying me intently for a few seconds. His eyes burning a hole in me before he eventually grumbles a 'fine'. I sigh, the bigger part of me wishing he hadn't backed down so I could've had a little peace tonight while I grab my wallet. Pulling on Micah's collar as he's about to walk away while I tell him flatly.

'Not so soon, here.'

He turns around slightly surprised until I shove a hundred-dollar bill in his hand. Like hell, I'm gonna be in debt to them. He gives me a forced smile, nodding as he puts the money in his pocket. I must've hit a nerve when I went for Luca just now. I think to myself while Luca studies the both of us intently. Micah's cheeky little ways from earlier are now nowhere to be seen on his face as he opens his mouth to speak.

'Let me be clear. If anything happens to Luca, I won't hesitate to shoot you.'

'Yeah, yeah... I thought I already told you I'm not interested in mingling with you guys, whatsoever.'

I reply bored before I stand up. I grab my bag and throw it over my shoulder before picking up my bottle of Jack together with my glass. Without looking back at either of them I turn around, heading outside as I yell.

'You coming or what?!'

From the corner of my eye, I can see Luca grinning as he murmurs something to Micah out of earshot before he quickly snatches his jacket following after me.

I head up to the main bar and make a turn for the terrace in the back. Once I walk outside I take a deep breath of the cold evening air before plopping down in one of the seats dropping my bag to the side. Luca hangs his jacket over a chair and takes a seat opposite from me while I try to look as defiant as possible when I ask.

'So what did you want to talk about?
I'm not really a talkative person, so spit it out.'

'Are you always this upfront?'

I raise an eyebrow at him. Are these the kinda questions you want to ask me?

'Sure am, is that it?'

'Hardly. Our deal was one night, right?'

He asks grinning and I heave a sigh, it's not like I was getting out of it anyway. For the first time, I take a moment to actually look at him, eyeing him from top to bottom. Something stirs inside of me when he notices me checking him out and a grin stretches across his face once more. It's not like I'm hiding my curiosity or something, I just can't seem to figure him out...

'You frustrate me.'

I tell him honestly, narrowing my eyes while studying his reaction. The corner of his mouth lifts up in a knowing smirk as he asks.

'And why is that?'

'Because I don't bloody understand you at all.'

'That's exactly the reason you intrigue me.'

He tells me flatly, staring right into my eyes. Do I intrigue him?

'You remind me of a horse an acquaintance of mine is working with. Just as annoying, and he doesn't know when to throw in the towel either.'

'A horse? Interesting comparison.'

For a moment I'm lost staring into his hazel eyes while he does the same. Out of all the things he has to be goddamn gorgeous. I grumble to myself in thought, as if seeing it for the first time and I'm unable to break eye contact.

'Why aren't you afraid of us?'

'Why should I be?
It's not personal, I'm not afraid of anyone.'

'No one?'

He asks warily as if he can't believe that statement. It's not a whom, it's a what... I look down, my eyes wavering unwillingly as the wrenching images force their way back into my head. ...To see those shackles and that cursed room again. That's what I fear. I curse before quickly pushing out those thoughts, downing my glass in one go as I grumble.

'No.'

'You're lying.'

He states simply which causes my head to snap up to him. What do you know about it?! I eye him dangerously. Luckily for both of us, he seems to get the message not to push the subject any further.

'Everyone has their personal demons which they rather keep in the dark, I know that better than anyone.'

He mutters while looking in the distance as if he's been taken back to some old distant memory. It only lasts for a second, but I can see the pain in his eyes until they wander back to me, and a smile forms on his lips again.

'Good. Then stop trying to light a torch in that darkness.'

'I get it, I won't ask more.'

I nod and pour myself another drink. After debating myself a little I pour him one too. He looks slightly bewildered as he watches me do so while I murmur.

'Consider yourself lucky, I've never shared my winning Jack with anyone before.'

'So I'm special?'

He asks teasingly with a sparkle in his eyes. In return, I roll mine at him as I set the bottle back on the table.

'Lucky.
Being lucky and being special are two entirely different things.
I'm already starting to regret it though...'

'That hurts.'

He says dramatically clutching his hand over his heart as if he's in physical pain and I can't help but chuckle at the sight. He doesn't act like a mobster's son at all. I think as I take another sip, trying to hide the small smile spreading over my face.

'Why is this bottle so special though?
I mean, I get that Jack Daniels whiskey is the best, but is there something else behind it?'

He asks and I look over to the bottle, it is special indeed.

'It's my prize, so to speak. I've got a pretty tight diet because I'm a boxer and I normally don't drink, but whenever I win a fight I treat myself to some Jack.'

Luca nods understandingly and leans back in his chair. The sweater he's wearing draws perfectly around his muscles and my eyes can't help but wander down there, he is fit... When I look back up I see Luca studying me with a bright grin on his face and I immediately turn away from him with a huff.

'Why'd you become a boxer?'

He asks seriously, and for a minute I'm at a loss for words. I was sure he was about to comment on me staring at him. Once again I'm startled by his line of thought. I can't seem to come to grips as to what you're like, at all...

'To become stronger.'

'Then why did you reject my father's offer so flat out?
I mean if it's power you want, we got that plenty.'

'Again.
The will to get stronger doesn't mean I also desire power.
I want to be able to stand my ground against anything, or anyone, but that doesn't mean I would gladly beat up everyone just so I could get more powerful. We're very much different in every way.'

I say unable to hide my disgust. Luca thinks it over for a second as his index finger plays with his lower lip before answering back. Stop doing that, it's throwing me off goddammit! 

'So what you are saying is, my family does?'

'Oh, for fuck's sake!'

I exclaim loudly in agitation, he doesn't get it at all!

'I didn't say that.
Even though I don't understand it in the slightest, people fear your family even from hearing their name. You are the mafia. When things don't go your way, you'll make it happen by pointing your gun at someone.
I think that's a low blow.
With a gun, you can make people do almost anything just because they fear they won't live to see another day.'

'I imagine some people would see it that way, yes.'

'Your family has power and is not afraid to use it.
Look at tonight, when I went for you I got four barrels pointed in my direction within the blink of an eye, while I was unarmed. Not even mentioning the fact that we were in the middle of a crowd full of people.'

'My guys know how to aim, you know.'

He says slightly offended, although I can see he understands what I'm trying to tell him.

'That's beside the point. What if ...your aim is off only by an inch? What if ...the one you're shooting at or someone close to that person suddenly moves?'

'They could end up dead.'

'Exactly.'

'You know the saying, the pot calling the kettle black?
You're basically the same you know... The skills you have are dangerous in and of itself. You are the weapon.'

'When I aim, I'm sure to aim at the right person. With my own strength. To hold a gun you don't need strength, you can only hope that the person standing on the other side of the barrel has a conscience and isn't a bloody lunatic.'

'Touché.'

He says with a laugh while holding his hands up in surrender.

'So if I'm correct it's the guns that you're truly against, not necessarily the killing?'

'True, I hate firearms.
And even I can't deny that there are more criminals running around free than there are locked up behind bars.
Also, some people do deserve what fate they get.'

We both stay quiet for some time, thinking over what we just talked about. The pot calling the kettle black, huh? In some ways, you may be right. I sit there pondering over that as the cold night breeze blows against my skin. I pull my knees up on the chairs and my sweater over them to keep myself warm while sipping from my drink. I only look back up when I feel Luca's gaze trained on me.

'Where did you learn that?'

'Huh, what?'

I ask confusedly raising my brow, making him smile softly before he clarifies.

'I normally don't even bother to watch the boxing matches, because they don't interest me. Yours was different...
You're a walking projectile, you could kill someone within the blink of an eye if you really wanted to. I saw it with that woman, if you'd landed that final blow she would've either been in the ER right now or dead.
The fact you didn't, tells me you have that self-control. Though I wonder where you learned to fight like that...'

'I never had any lessons. When I started out as a kid I had to find a way in order to defend myself since I was living on the streets. That is until I found an interest in boxing itself, although I still learned myself the ropes.'

'What?'

Luca asks, clearly surprised. I look at him indifferently wondering what's so weird about it.

'You were homeless?'

'Yeah, kinda. I was a gutter child for over a year.
Until I came across Kizzy's family.'

His eyes study me as I speak and I can see them waver ever so slightly from astonishment. Is it really that hard to believe? It's not like I look like a snobby rich girl. Honestly, even I know I look rather shabby at times. It's just that I don't care.

'Kizzy, what kinda name is that? She's a friend of yours?'

'Her full name is Kisaiya, she's an acquaintance of mine.
It was a long time ago and parts of my memory from back then are a little hazy, but when they found me her family refused to leave me out on the street at my age. I didn't really have a choice since I was in survival mode, so that was that.'

'Stokes?'

'Yeah, you know them?'

Luca seems to be deep in thought and I knit my eyebrows together at his sudden change in behavior. Maybe I shouldn't have mentioned them? After a moment or two, Luca looks back at me and answers.

'My family knows most of the large names that live in New Orleans, especially families that have lived here for centuries. The Stokes are of Romani heritage and well-known in my family.

I nod back understanding where he's coming from. I knew that among their own folk they are pretty known, if not famous. And Kizzy told me once their family has owned that piece of land with the ranch for several hundreds of years. It makes sense that the Whitfields who supposedly came here at the same time as the Stokes would both know each other...

'Acquaintance is an awfully distant term for someone you've lived with for quite some time and who took you into their home. Wouldn't you say she's a friend, or family even?'

He chuckles as if he finds it amusing and I shrug back.

'I don't do friendships. And I definitely don't do family, or relationships for that matter. Kizzy knows this as well.'

He only smirks back at me as if he guessed I would say that.

'You keep asking me all kinds of things, but you haven't even told me a single thing about yourself and why you're asking me all these questions. Why do you wanna know all this?'

'I did tell you that. I'm just interested in getting to know you.'

'Why?
What's in it for you? What will you gain from doing this?'

I question him, I really don't get it. I look at him intently, trying to get to the bottom of this as Luca studies me from top to bottom thinking over how he should respond.

'I'm not sure myself, yet. I'll let you know once I've figured that out.'

'What kinda pickup line is that?!
Just so you know, I'm not one of those ring girls you can sway with some pretty words only to have a good fuck with later.'

I say clicking my tongue with disgust as I fold my arms and narrow my eyes, leaning forward a little. I would actually be offended if you thought of me like that. The corner of Luca's mouth curls up in a seductive smirk before he speaks up in a mischievous tone while he bends forward as well, looking straight back into my eyes only inches removed from my face.

'If I thought you'd be one of them, we'd be in bed already.
Though I can't deny I'm attracted to you.'

'Like hell, I'd wanna be found in bed with you!'

I grumble back at him. Still grinning he crouches over even more. Too damn close!

'Don't tell me you're a virgin?'

'No, bloody idiot. I'm not a virgin!
But I do believe I still have my own rights to decide who I wanna have sex with  ...and I certainly don't wanna fuck with you!'

I snap irritated as Luca hovers over me before I turn my head away from him looking down. Of course, I've had sex before. I just don't particularly enjoy it.

Because of our close proximity, my nose catches a whiff of his cologne, and all I can do is curse silently. Damn, why do you have to smell good too? It's a musky scent with hints of cinnamon and vanilla, but there's also a hint of sandalwood in there making it a rather intoxicating blend. When his hot breath lands on my neck, I can feel my whole body shiver in response and instinctively I bring my fist up to cover my mouth with my sweater. I'm not sure if I'm doing it out of protection for him, or to keep myself from doing something bloody stupid.

'Why's that?'

Luca's husky breath lands on my ear and a jolt of electricity runs through my body that I've never felt before. Bloody hell, d-don't do that!

'Because every fiber in my body tells me to fucking not to!'

I manage to grumble against the fabric still protecting my mouth, though my whole body still feels tingly. At the same time the words leave my lips Luca runs his tongue across the shell of my ear, biting my earlobe softly. Fuck! I suck in my breath and bite my lip, hard, to suppress myself from making any noise whatsoever. I won't let him have his fucking way! I shout to myself in my mind as I hear Luca whisper against my collarbone.

'Is that so?'

The sensation of his rough breath against my skin leaves me breathless. H-How does he do that so damn easily, I~ I swear, but my thoughts get cut short when his lips suddenly peck the crook of my neck quickly causing a soft moan to escape my lips. Fuck! I try to muffle it with my sweater but I'm sure that he heard it since we're in such close range. He'll be the death of me, shit, stop this already! I curse at myself trying to get it together. Dammit, Karma! But the pleasure my body is feeling under his touch is causing my brain to malfunction and I can't move.

'You're body and mind don't seem to be on the same page...'

He whispers teasingly and I whimper slightly. You did notice, goddammit. The fact that such little things make me lose control with him makes me anxious. Fuck, this never happened before! So why with him?! I wonder as I can still feel my skin burning where he just kissed me, making me feel a little lightheaded as he lets his fingers slowly trace the same spot. Fuck, no... I lament as I feel myself burning up even more with his husky whisper.

'I like this spot. It's sensitive, isn't it?'

'N-No it's not.'

I try to play it off, but my own voice is betraying me. My hoarse stuttering seems to make him enjoy this even more as he looks at me sideways with a devilish grin. In order to calm myself down, I take a deep breath. But the musky smell of his cologne nearly makes my knees go weak. Just try not to breathe, Karma. Like, preferably, at all... I instruct myself as I muffle my nose and mouth deeper into my sweater hoping it'll filter out his delicious scent, trying my utmost best to only breathe through my mouth.

'Then why aren't you pulling away, if you dislike it so much?'

That sentence jolts my sanity awake, what on earth am I doing?! I stumble backward slightly as I manage to choke out the words I needed to say all along.

'I-I will, so fuck off.'

I sit back down, emptying what's left of my drink before pouring myself another. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Luca's gaze is still trained on me, watching me with amusement as I completely down another full glass of whiskey. After a second shot I start to regain my composure and glare at him while I grumble.

'If you ever do that again, I'll knee you in your manhood.
Mob son, or not.'

He laughs wholeheartedly at my threat and chuckles.

'If your body will obey you, that is.'

'Oh for god's sake. I knew this was a bad idea, to begin with...'

I murmur agitated, pouring what's left in the bottle into my own and Luca's glass. Why am I even pouring him another fucking drink?! I roll my eyes at my own stupidity making Luca chuckle as if he knows exactly what I'm thinking. I take out my phone and check the time to see it's already far past midnight. I need to head back soon if I wanna be fit tomorrow.

'Is Cinderella past curfew?'

He asks teasingly and I glare back at him.

'Cinderella? Hardly.
Though I have to work tomorrow, so I need to head back soon.'

'What kinda work do you do?'

'Why would I tell you that? So you can come and work me on my nerves there as well? Fuck no!'

I grumble and he laughs back at me. Why am I so damn amusing to him?!

'It doesn't matter. If I want, I can figure it out anyway.'

Fuck, please don't! I plead in my mind, briefly shutting my eyes as if making a wish for it. This is obviously the downside of the mafia. I don't want him to fucking know I'll be working in a damn maid cafe starting tomorrow! I have a feeling I'd never hear the end of it. I contemplate whether or not to just say it out loud but I decide it's better to play it off smoothly, so I don't draw attention to the subject. If he knows I'm fully against him finding out, he'll probably get even more determent.

'Do whatever the fuck you want.'

I murmur as I take a sip of my drink. After spending some time with Luca my mental picture that the New Orleans mafia works by mentally tiring people seems to be more real than ever. I'd rather do a whole evening of fights in a row, than being around one of them for even an hour!

'So what do you wanna know?'

He asks suddenly out of the blue making me look up, blinking a couple of times in confusion.

'You said I was the only one asking questions, so what do you wanna know?'

He rephrases his question so I understand what he's getting at, but it still leaves me speechless. What do I wanna know? I'm not sure myself what I'd like to ask him. I study him intently, thinking it over. At the moment the only thing I wanna know is how the fuck he gets under my skin so easily... But like hell, I'm gonna voice that out loud!

'Do you know why Rocco is so stuck on me as well?'

'So you really do call my dad by his first name. Did you do that in front of him as well?'

he asks truly interested and I roll my eyes back at him.

'Yeah, I did. Now stop questioning me back whenever I ask something and give me a straight answer for once.'

'Impressive. Haha, alright chill down.
Well, I'm not sure since my dad and I haven't talked about it. But I guess it's because of your skills. Having someone like you in our corporation would be an asset for sure.'

'But there are many other fighters in town at the moment because of the WMC, so why me out of all people? I've told him multiple times I'm not interested, but your men just keep popping up around me as soon as I turn my back.'

'Don't take this the wrong way, but most fighters are just brutes. They depend on their physical power more than their brains. Besides that, there aren't many female fighters around your caliber, if any.
Compared to a man, for example, people wouldn't expect that someone like you would possess those kinda skills. Let's say my dad would hire some bulky man, they would be wary from the beginning.'

I understand where he's coming from, but that still doesn't mean I'm interested in their offer.

'I knocked out one of your men within a heartbeat, so I agree you could use someone like me.
Just fucking find someone else to do it, other than me!'

'So it's true you kicked Sonny's ass...
I'll probably regret saying this later, but I think there isn't anybody in the world like you. And I think my dad thought the same thing, which is why he's so set on recruiting you.'

'Well I don't know if you and your dad noticed, but I'm not really a people person.'

I say while I stand up slamming my bag over my shoulder. I should get going.

'I'll drive you back.'

He says as he stands up as well, I look at him with wide eyes.

'I don't need a fucking babysitter, I can manage to get back on my own just fine.'

I snap but before he gets a chance to answer his phone starts ringing. Well, isn't that just perfect timing. I smirk as I usher for him to answer. He looks at me for another second, his eyebrows drawn together before he reluctantly picks up his phone.

'What?!'

I can tell from the look on his face it's a business call. Someone on the other end is rambling to him, though I can't catch what they're saying. Luca looks serious, his face drawn into a frown as he listens intently. I should make a run for it now that he's occupied, I got a feeling that if I'll wait I won't get rid of him that easily. I stick up my hand and say.

'I'm off, see ya.
Since I probably won't be able to avoid you in the future anyways.'

I murmur the last part as I turn away from him to leave. In the corner of my eyes, I can see him lift his hand to stop me, but I don't give him the time to do so and walk away while shouting with my back turned to him.

'Oh, and if you see Rocco tell him to leave me the fuck alone.'

I hear Luca snicker a laugh at my last remark while I hear him say to the other person on the phone.

'Karma sends you her regards.'

'Like hell I do!'

I spit back glaring at him over my shoulder as I walk through the door. The last thing I see is that fulfilled smirk plastered on Luca's face as I leave the bar and walk back home. This evening will sure as hell come back to bite me in the ass... I think as I walk underneath the black midnight sky, only the bright moon shining upon me. The cold air grazes my skin and unintentionally I bring my hand over the spot Luca kissed earlier. I need another bottle of Jack, to forget about all this... I think as I can still feel the burning sensation from earlier radiating on my skin, underneath where I placed my hand. Like a curse has been set on my body.