MAFIA QUEEN

Chapter 13-

She sexily pushed him on bed hard he fell there looking up at her as she slowly un.zipper her dress while sexily looking down at him, he bit his lips hard,

He turned around showing off her body to Luke

Gwen: is this what you wanted?

She took a bottle of te.quilla and pored it on her.self while looking at him and biting her lips

Luke was losing control he stood up and pinned her one bed licking the tequila on her sk.in while looking into her eyes

The room, filled with the aftermath of a night of closeness and whispered confessions, held a tension unlike any mission they had ever faced. It was different. Personal. Permanent. And though they didn’t understand it fully yet, the consequences of that night were already shaping the world around them.

Morning came faster than either of them expected. Gwen wasn’t asleep. She sat there looking at Luke’s face while he slept, close enough to see every line in his expression. He didn’t look like a mafia boss right now. No cold look, no tension in his jaw, just a calm man sleeping.

She slowly traced her finger along his cheek, then down to his jaw, studying him like he was something she couldn’t figure out.

Gwen (quietly):

“Why you?”

It wasn’t an insult. She didn’t hate him. It was frustration — she didn’t want a life of running from danger or watching her back every second. Loving him meant she would never be normal again.

Before she could move her hand away, Luke’s eyes opened. At first, he looked tired, lids heavy, hair messy. Then he saw her, and something relaxed in his face. He actually smiled — not a smirk or that fake polite smile he gave people, but a real one.

Luke:

“You’re awake?”

Gwen nodded. She didn’t say anything, but her eyes said enough. She was thinking — thinking too much. Luke knew that look. He had seen it a thousand times: the look someone gives when they are scared of their own feelings.

He slowly sat up, shoulders stretching a little, then turned toward her. When she looked away, he didn’t let her hide.

He reached forward and held her chin, turning her face back to his. His touch was warm and steady, kept her from avoiding his eyes.

Luke:

“Look at me.”

Gwen met his eyes. They weren’t cold. They weren’t distant. He was serious, but there was a softness there that he never showed to other people.

Luke:

“I know my job is dangerous.”

His voice was low, direct, no lies or excuses.

Luke:

“I know you want a simple life.”

Gwen inhaled, staying quiet. He continued, eyes focused completely on her.

Luke:

“But I promise I’ll protect you.”

He leaned in slightly, not pushing, not rushing, just close enough that she could feel his breath. He pressed a small ki.ss to her lips — gentle, quick, but it carried weight.

When he pulled back, he stayed close, looking straight at her.

She didn’t say anything at first. The room was quiet except for their breathing. The sunlight made the bed feel warm, but her chest still felt tight.

Gwen finally spoke, voice low.

Gwen:

“I’m scared.”

Luke didn’t look away.

Luke:

“Good. It means you understand what this is.”

He didn’t say more. He didn’t promise a perfect life, didn’t try to make everything sound easy. He just sat there with her, their faces inches apart, his hand still under her chin, steadying her.

The tension wasn’t dramatic, it was real — two people trying to hold onto something dangerous, something they didn’t fully understand, but wanted anyway.

They had been on mission after mission for months. Gwen wasn’t the same girl who used to flinch at danger. Now she handled it with a calm face and sharp eyes. She threatened grown men without shaking. Sometimes Luke just stood there watching her — actually impressed, sometimes straight up intimidated, but loving every second of it.

It wasn’t just skill anymore. Gwen had become cold in public, quiet, unreadable. Some of Luke’s men whispered that she was scarier than their boss. Luke didn’t deny it. In fact, he smiled every time he heard it.

After missions, the two of them would sneak behind the car, pretending to check equipment or the trunk. But really, Luke would pull her in, pin her lightly against the car door and press his lips to hers like he’d been holding back for hours.

Gwen (breathless):

“Stop… they might see us.”

Luke:

“That’s fine, baby.”

And he’d ki.ss her again, rougher this time, hands on her waist, her fingers tangled in his shirt. They always stopped before things went too far, but the tension between them after every mission was almost unbearable.

Everything felt normal.

But Luke’s business wasn’t.

When Luke fell in love, he didn’t hide it well. He focused too much on Gwen — more than anything else. Meetings were shorter, missions were rushed, and enemies noticed. More of his men were being killed in ambushes. The attacks were messy, unpredictable. Luke himself never got hit because Gwen saw threats before they happened. Her instincts were saving them, time after time.

Still, the situation was out of control.

One night, Luke walked into their room. Gwen was sitting on the bed, folding some papers from the last mission, relaxed, thinking he came to talk about dinner or another quick kiss.

But as soon as she looked at him, she froze.

He didn’t have that soft look in his eyes. Not even a hint of it. His face wasn’t cold like usual — it was heavier, serious in a way she had never seen.

He sat down beside her, close but stiff, staring forward before he finally said her name.

Luke:

“Gwen…”

He didn’t say baby. He didn’t say darling. No joke, no smirk. Just raw, direct Gwen.

Her heart tightened.

She waited, watching him carefully.

Luke:

“Things are messy… really messy. I’m losing men.”

He looked down at his hands like he hated talking about it. Gwen stayed silent, eyes steady.

Luke:

“So I… I have to go to New York. There’s a man I’m working with there, and I’ll go tomorrow evening.”

Gwen blinked, trying to process the words. For a moment she just stared at him, confused, hopeful, scared at the same time.

Gwen:

“For how long will you be gone?”

Luke exhaled slowly. He couldn’t hide it.

Luke:

“Two years.”

Gwen’s body went still. Her face didn’t change, not at first. She smiled a little, forced but brave, hope flickering in her eyes like she wanted to believe she could handle it.

Gwen:

“It’s okay, we can go together, we—”

Luke leaned forward and pecked her lips, quick, stopping her words. Then he kissed her again, slower, holding it a little longer. Their foreheads touched. That’s when the first tear slid down Gwen’s cheek. A second later, one fell from his eye too.

He whispered, voice low, breaking just slightly:

Luke:

“It’s not that long… everything will be fine. I promise.”

Gwen pulled her forehead away from his and stared at him, frustrated, eyes wet, breathing unsteady.

Gwen:

“How am I supposed to live without you for that long?”

She wasn’t dramatic, wasn’t pretending to be fine. Gwen never did the “I’ll wait for you” fake bravery. She spoke exactly what she felt, raw and sharp.

Luke swallowed hard, watching her struggle to keep her voice steady.

He reached out and held her face, thumb brushing away a tear before it could fall.

Luke:

“Please… wait for me.”

The room felt small, too quiet. The air between them was tight like something was about to break.

Gwen looked straight into his eyes. They weren’t cold now. They weren’t controlled. They were scared — not of enemies, not of death, but of losing her.

And that changed everything.