For three days I was cooped up in my room bored out of my mind except for when Lucia, Makenzie and Lily came to visit. They filled me in on the latest gossip like that Giselle and Johanna were gone. Odd.  Also that Luca, Braydan and the Don had been "out" the last several days.  That would explain Luca's silence.

The girls helped me care for the tattoo and it began to heal nicely. It had started scabbing and getting slightly itchy, but the cream in the kit Luca left was an incredible help.

By the evening of the fourth day, I was stir crazy. I dressed in a cerulean blue empire waist teddy and knee high boots to support my ankle. Gently I ran my hands over the front of this outfit Luca had left on the rack.  The lace detail on the triangular shaped cups gave a delicate feminine touch that matched the see-through lace belt at the high waist. He had labeled it "one of my favorites".

Carefully I hobbled out and toward the lounge where Aza stopped me.

"You are supposed to be resting that ankle!" She barked, shaking a finger at me. 

"I was told not to dance, Aza," I quipped, popping a hip out to plant my hand on.  "How am I going to settle my debt by staying in my room, huh?"

Aza sighed in defeat then pointed at the bar. "Wait the tables and sit if your ankle starts to hurt, alright? Luca will shoot me if you get hurt anymore than you are."

"Thank you!" I sighed and hugged Aza before reporting to the bar.

I took it easy delivering drinks by not walking as fast and stayed in the section of tables closest to the bar.  My hips swayed more dramatically walking slowly which helped encourage the tips.  It felt really great to be out of my room. This was as close to freedom as I could get.

Later into my shift, Makenzie rushed up to me and grabbed my elbow leading me off to the side.

"You better get out of here!" She hissed.

I yanked my arm out of her grip quickly countering, "I'm not going anywhere!  My debt won't disappear on its own!"

"But Luca-..." She tried.

"Madison!"

Goosebumps formed instantly on my body at the sound of his voice and tone laced with anger.  This was the third time I had heard it.  The previous two times didn't turn out very well for the person it was aimed at.  Slowly I turned and saw Luca striding toward me looking as sexy as ever in a perfectly tailored charcoal gray suit.

"H-hi-..." I stammered but clamped my mouth shut when Luca stopped directly in front of me. He was so much taller than me, he towered over even my 5' 7" frame.

"What are you doing?" He snapped, hands fisted at his sides, forest eyes locked on mine.

"Working off my debt," I shrugged and switched to hold the empty tray under my arm. Inwardly I was terrified but outwardly had to be cool as a cucumber.

Those depths watched my every move then slowly travelled down my body.  I bit my lower lip to hide the smirk when he swallowed hard, probably in reaction to my deliberately chosen outfit in hopes he would show that night.

"Not while your ankle is still healing!" He sneered once his eyes flicked back up on mine.  I could see anger swirling in his orbs but it was mixed with something else I couldn't place.

"How am I supposed to work off my debt then?" I quirked an eyebrow and popped a hip out.

"Keep me company," Luca smirked then grabbed my wrist and took the tray out from under my arm to lay it on the bartop. He tugged me behind him to the VIP booth where the Don was seated comfortably watching the girls dancing on stage.

I tried to wriggle my wrist free but Luca's grip simply tightened.  Finally I caved and let him tug me along.  When we made it to the booth, he slipped in then pulled me to straddle his lap.  I sighed not hiding my annoyance and wriggled into a comfortable spot.

Luca held my hips still, giving me a warning glare. I stopped abruptly then rested my hands on his shoulders.  Soon I might as well have not been there, because he fluidly rejoined the conversation with his father in italian.

(A/N Words in italics are spoken in italian)

"Luca, have you broken her in yet?" Nikhil asked with a devious grin and chuckle.

"No," Luca groaned, rolling his eyes.

"You'd better get busy, Son!" Nikhil warned.  "I didn't pass her to you to be a cuddle buddy."

"Then why did you?" He snapped, looking angrily passed me now at the patriarch.

"What do you think?" Nikhil answered with clear annoyance. "To f*ck her! Does she not arouse you?"

"She needs to trust me for that step," Luca snapped.  I could hear irritation laced in his voice and felt it emanating through his tightening grip on my hips. "That is taking time and we don't need the added pressure."

"Time is something we don't have!" His father retorted.  "Get busy! The Falladori's are gaining strength. Your idiot brother may be my heir but he is a fool. If he gets himself killed, you are next in line and will need an heir of your own."

Luca groaned, exhaled then leaned his forehead on my shoulder.  "She's hurt," He sighed, placing a light kiss on the exposed flesh.  "After her ankle has healed."

"Good," Nikhil snapped seemingly sated for now as he popped a tomato in his mouth from the caprese bites served not long ago.

I swallowed hard and tried to control my breathing. None of them knew I could understand every word even though usually I ignored their conversations. This one in particular, was specifically about me.  So it was true. The intention was for Luca's pleasure and now I'm finding out about more.

Heaving a loaded sigh, Luca slid his hands up my sides under the teddy, lightly drawing swirls over my bare skin.  The touch was so sensual and delicate, I couldn't help but arch my back, roll my eyes closed and curl my fingers around his jacket lapels.  It was an instant reaction to his touch that I was failing to fight.

"It seems she may be ready," Nikhil commented, smirking smugly.

"Are you hungry?" Luca asked me, suddenly breaking me from his spell.

"A little," I admitted.

"OK," He replied, quickly dropping caprese bites, risotto balls, a few meatballs and some of the bruschetta on a plate. "Hold this," He commanded, handing me one of the bottles of wine from the table.

Lifting me from my ass with one strong arm, he slid out of the booth and stood, carrying both me and the plate. I wrapped my legs around his hips and watched his firmly set face with earnest curiosity as he swiftly strode through the lounge toward the private rooms. 

Once we went into the last room, the same one as before, Luca sat me on the couch, set the plate on the platform then removed his jacket and tie, tossing both carelessly to the side table.  He muttered italian curses under his breath as he unbutton his top buttons then rolled his dress shirts sleeves up to his elbows. I watched him keenly, smiling while I removed my boots. The two clunks didn't even deter him.

It was amusing to watch Luca be in such an irritated state.  I sat up on my elbows and smirked as I watched him. He paced back and forth a few times arguing with himself then tossing his arms up in the air.  My eyes were glued to his fluid body movements.

"Stressed are we?" I commented smirking mischievously.

"Quite." Luca stopped pacing and glared at me. My smirk faded instantly when he lunged at the couch to hover over me.

With one foot still on the floor, Luca used the other knee to push my legs open and make way for his other leg. One hand firmly planted on the back of the couch, the other caressed up my side under the teddy again. Those torturously soft lips of his brushed along my collarbone making my breath hitch. Again he was setting my body on fire.

Snaking his arm under my back, Luca tugged me toward him also making my arms slip out so I plopped flat back onto the couch with a soft oof. The smug smirk tugging at his lips told me he had planned that.

I rolled my eyes closed as Luca took his time kissing a trail from my collarbone down the valley of my breasts, lingering there for a moment since I arched my back and moaned softly at the contact. 

"Questo è uno dei miei posti preferiti,"  Luca groaned against the tender spot. "Il mio altro preferito è quaggiù," He added, slowly guiding up the teddy to expose my stomach which was his next target to get languid attention. My stomach was doing flips the farther down he went, grumbling in need.

(This is one of my favorite places)   
(My other favorite is down here)

"Oh, mio dolce Gattina," Luca chuckled then rested his chin on my belly. "Non posso farlo sotto pressione," He added with a groan.

(Oh, my sweet kitten)    (I can not do it under pressure)

I looked at him with wide open eyes full of confusion. "Why did you stop?"

He chuckled and shook his head, giving one more kiss between my breasts before sitting up.  "Your stomach is growling.  Are you hungry?"

My cheeks heated deeply in response. "A little."

"Then let's eat," He mused, reaching for the plate sitting beside us.

I sat up to face him, tucking the uninjured leg under my thigh.  Luca stabbed one of the meatballs with a toothpick then offered it to me first.  Eyes locked on his, I parted my lips and took part of it in my mouth then bit down.  The low growl rumbling in the back of his throat made me smirk as I chewed.  The other half went into his mouth.

We shared the food between us in silence, passing the open bottle of wine back and forth.  A drop must have been at the corner of my mouth because Luca leaned forward and kissed it away.  If he had moved a centimeter to the side, he would have met my lips, but that was against his rules.

"Can I ask a question?" I inquired boldly after drinking from the bottle.  My head was feeling a little fuzzy by now but Luca still seemed sober.

"Ask away," He shrugged, leaning back on the arm of the couch behind him as he accepted the bottle from me and took a drink.

"What happened...to Giselle and Johanna?" I asked, shyly glancing at the food, unable to look at him.

"They are gone, Madison.  They won't hurt you again."

"I know that," I retorted then tried again.  "What...happened?"

Luca held my gaze and didn't flinch as he answered me.  "Giselle was eliminated and Johanna was sold to another family."

I was pretty sure he had been the one to "eliminate" Giselle but I had hoped to hear it from him.

"Won't you miss them?" I asked, not meaning to sound bitter or jealous as I picked up another caprese bite to bring to my mouth.

"No," He bit out taking another drink from the bottle. "I never cared for them much."

That surprised me.  "What?" I exclaimed. "All they ever did was brag about," I changed my voice to sound snotty like Giselle and twirled a lock of hair around my finger in a ditzy way, "Oh, he's so cute! Oh, he's so hot! Oh, he's so good to me! He took me on a real date! Oh...what did she always say? Oh yeah! È una bella scopata!"  I added the last part giggling in the same dreamy voice Giselle always used. When I finished, Luca was glaring daggers at me.

"First of all," He started, picking up the now empty plate and setting it on the glass table behind him.  "Don't ever make her voice again." He shifted to kneel on the couch.  "Secondly, everything she said is very true." Now he was crawling toward me.  Wide eyed, I scooted back the best I could.

"Is that so?" I tried to tease, but my voice wavered as he crawled closer like a predator.

"Mhmm," He hummed. "I am very good to my girls which I already told you. I am hot."

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "You're full of yourself."

"And someday," He smirked, now hovering over my cowering self, conveniently between my legs. Silently I wished the couch would open and swallow me up.  "Anche tu sarai pieno di me."

(You too will be full of me.)

"I don't know...what to say..." I grumbled then moaned in frustration when his warm, soft lips sucked on my ear lobe.

"They were just for sex, Gattina," He chuckled against my neck, a warm hand wandering under the teddy while he continued kissing down my chest. "Toys bought and given for my 18th and 21st birthday. I couldn't have and did not want any more from them. But I am a jealous man...so they became my Elites."

"If you..." I continued growing breathless as I writhed beneath him.  "Enjoyed them...so much...why did you...get rid of them?"

Luca stopped his ministrations and locked his eyes with mine.  The hand on my side slid down toward my hip, down my thigh passed my calf and rested on my injured ankle.

"They hurt you, Madison," He answered simply.  A flash of something I couldn't place affected those forest orbs but quickly returned to cold possessiveness.

"I'm just a toy given you to play with, too," I quipped, not meaning to sound as hurt as I did.

"Sei più per me, Principessa," He hushed softly as he kissed my bare stomach again.

(You're more for me, Princess)

Oooooooo!

Yeah, munchkin is hungry so I'm gonna leave it here today lol

We have more info on expectations and confirmation what happened to Giselle and Johanna.

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