MAFIA QUEEN

CHAPTER 14- HIM AND I

Gwen looked down, noticing the dried, dark stains on Luke’s shirt and hands. She needed time to think, to breathe, anything to stop the panic building in her chest.

Gwen:

“Y–You should go take a shower.”

Luke paused, eyebrows drawing together in confusion. He wasn’t used to her pushing him away, even gently.

Luke:

“Why?”

She pointed toward his shirt, voice quieter but steady.

Gwen:

“You have blood on your hand and shirt.”

Only then did he really look. His knuckles were stained, shirt dotted with dried red patches from the last mission. He sighed, nodding once, understanding.

Luke:

“Wait for me here, okay?”

Gwen nodded automatically.

The moment he stepped into the bathroom and the door clicked shut, the room felt heavier. Too quiet. Gwen sat on the bed, fingers gripping the blanket, her heart pounding hard enough that she could feel it in her throat.

Tomorrow?

He was leaving tomorrow?

He dropped that on her like a bag of bricks, just one sentence, no warning, no build-up. It wasn’t even a conversation — it was a fact. And she didn’t get to argue, didn’t get time, didn’t get anything except confusion and panic.

Her mind raced.

Two years.

Two years without him.

Two years of not knowing if he was alive, or if news would come to her in the middle of the night telling her he wasn’t coming back.

She leaned forward, elbows on her knees, hands covering her mouth. Tears threatened, but she forced them back, dragging in slow breaths.

It felt unfair — they finally found something real, and now everything was falling apart before it even began to settle.

The sound of water running behind the bathroom door echoed through the room. She could hear him moving around, the shower turning on, the floor creaking slightly. Normal sounds. Everyday things. And yet her world was collapsing in silence.

She stared at the floor, thoughts slamming into each other.

He didn’t even ask if she could come.

He didn’t consider a solution that involved them together.

He just decided.

Because that’s who he was.

Mafia or not, Luke made decisions on instinct, and people followed.

But she wasn’t “people.” She was Gwen. She wasn’t just his assistant anymore, not his mission partner, not just someone he kissed behind the car. She was the woman who shared a bed with him, the woman carrying a life neither of them knew about yet.

And he was just leaving.

Anger bubbled up under the sadness — not explosive, but deep, heavy. She wanted to shout at him, demand he rethink everything, tell him she couldn’t survive two years of wondering and waiting in the dark.

The sound of the shower continued, steady, constant.

Gwen sat straighter, wiping her eyes quickly. She didn’t want him to come out and see her falling apart.

She had changed.

She wasn’t that fragile girl anymore.

But right now, she wasn’t cold or threatening or fearless. She was just… scared.

She looked toward the bathroom door, biting her lip.

Two years.

She didn’t even get one normal night to process the idea. He came back from a mission, sat beside her, dropped that news, and acted like a promise could fix it.

“Please… wait for me.”

Her heart tightened again. She wanted to. She really did.

But waiting for Luke wasn’t simple. Waiting for Luke meant living with fear, rumors, gunshots in her memory, late-night calls, and empty mornings.

She inhaled slowly, eyes pinned to that closed door.

Tomorrow was coming too fast.

And she had no idea how she was supposed to say goodbye.

Luke stepped out of the shower about thirty minutes later, hair damp, a clean shirt clinging slightly to his shoulders. He caught her still sitting on the bed, eyes unfocused, lost somewhere in her thoughts.

He crossed the room slowly and stood in front of the mirror next to her, pretending to fix his hair, though he wasn’t really looking at himself. His reflection shifted, then he turned toward her, leaning one shoulder against the dresser.

He just stared for a moment — quiet, steady, like he was memorizing her face. The usual hardness in his eyes wasn’t there. It was replaced with something warmer, almost desperate, like he wanted to hold onto every second.

Neither of them said anything. The silence wasn’t awkward, just heavy. A moment that felt like it was already slipping away, both of them knowing this could be one of their last nights together before everything changed.

Gwen stood up walking behind him hugging him from behind then she whispered

“I need you”

He lost it, he lost his self-control, he turned to her, grabbed her jaw and kissed her hungrily, not soft, not gently but hungrily

He pushed her back until she drops on the bed. She sits up straight and looks at him as he unbutt.ons his shirt while giving her a hungry gaze. He took off his shir.t, leaving his well-toned chest. His tattoos were obvious too.

He walks closer and leans closer. He grabs her chin tilting her head up towards him.

I need you~ now

He said with a rough voice before kis.sing her again. This time it is rough and hard.

Her hands trail down from his neck, fingers brushing over his toned chest before slipping lower to the waistband of his jeans. He smirks, hips slightly pushing forward as she fumbles with the button—his breathing already ragged.

With a rough exhale, he helps her, popping the button open himself before shoving the denim down just enough to tease. His voice drops to a husky growl

"You wanna take over, or should I?"

His hands grip her waist, fingers digging in as he pulls her flush against him, leaving no space between their bodies. The heat between them is unbearable—and neither of them plans on stopping.

His breath hitches as she flips him onto his back with surprising strength, wasting no time in yanking his box.ers down and tossing them aside. He lets out a rough groan as she hi.kes up her skirt, positio.ning herself over him before sinking down—h.ard and fast.

His hands immediately lock onto her hips, fingers pressing bruises into her skin as she r.ides him without mercy. His teeth grit, head falling back against the pillows as he curses under his breath—

Luke: F*ck baby~

His voice is wrecked already, muscles tensing beneath her as he bu.cks up to meet her pace. The room fills with the sounds of skin sla.pping skin, his grip tightening like he’s afraid she’ll disappear if he lets go.

And she doesn’t slow down—not even a little.

Luke:Ah—f*ck

His voice cracks as she r*des him harder, his hips jer.king up to meet her.

Luke: I-I’ll—ah~ miss you—ngh—so much—

Gwen: Mmm~ L-Luke

Her breath hitches, nails digging into his chest as she rolls her hips d**per

Gwen: Ah~ let’s just—f-focus on today—ah! H-h*rder

Luke: Sh*t —you feel—hnng—too good—

His hands clamp down on her waist, guiding her movements as his m*ans grow louder.

The bed creaks violently beneath them, their mingled m*ans filling the room—neither holding back as they chase their re.lease

The air between them is thick their m*ans spilling freely as their bodies move in perfect sync.

Luke:F-F*ck—ah~ G-Gwenyou f**l ngh~—too good—

His hips snap up violently, driving himself d**per his abs flexing with every rough th.rust.

Gwen: Ah~! Luke!—! H-H*arder please~!

Her nails rake down his chest, leaving faint red marks as she arches into him, her thighs trembling around his waist.

He growls, flipping her onto her back in one swift motion, pinning her beneath him. His hands cage her head as he sl.ams

into her without restraint.

Luke: You—ah~—wanted harder? Take it. F*cking take—hnng~—all of it.

Each snap of his h*ps punches a sharp cry from her lips, the bed creaking wildly beneath them.

Gwen: Ah! Ah~! L-Luke—I can’t—ngh~! I’m—ah~! Close—!"

Her legs lock around him, pulling him impossibly d**per as pleasure coils tight in her stomach.