{BL} Accidentally In Love With His Double

Luca's Pov: The bloodshed, the betrayals, the lies….the bittersweet love. As I lay half unconscious on the cold marble floors and took merciless beatings from people I called my family…. I wondered, could I have avoided it all? Maybe I could've, If I weren't so desperate for a restart at life. Two years ago, Dante Solis found me on the streets of New York playing a guitar for the tiniest amount of money. I had just lost everything. I did multiple jobs to stay alive, but as I was slowly giving up, he offered me a job. Something simple, just to run a few errands. But he never told me he was New York's biggest mafia leader…and those errands were just a ploy. I learnt the hard way, I adjusted, because as soon as you were roped in, there was no going back. But, even if I could leave, I didn't have anyone to run to. The cries of my parents as they slowly passed away in my arms still played in my head daily. Dante knew this….he knew I was vulnerable and weak. That's why I was the perfect target. I moved alongside him. Witnessing innocent people die and being tortured. I watched him handle multiple illegal dealings like a pro. He was not only ruthless, he was untouchable. Whatever he said wasn't arguable. "Aye Luca!" Marcel's voice rang sharp through the crowd, forcing me back to the reality I so much wanted to escape from. "You heard the boss, get your ass up!" I could taste my own blood, I could feel my body shut down, yet I steadied myself and tried to stand. Still, the physical pain I felt couldn't compare to the heartache I felt. The only reason I was getting punished in the middle of a ring was because of the same man I was fighting—the same man who was supposed to be my best friend. We planned how to escape Dante's control for years, we shared secrets, everything you could think of. But he got himself into some trouble and decided our friendship wasn't worth Dante's wrath. I didn't exactly blame him, but it still hurt. By the time my vision cleared, all I could notice was Dante. Watching his cold expression, something in me snapped, and I made the best mistake I could ever make. I fought back. I ignored Marcel who was ready to pounce on me like a beast and slowly turned towards Dante's direction. "f**k you!" I yelled. My voice cracked a little, I struggled to stand straight, but it was nothing compared to the rage I felt. From Marcel and Dante. Everybody suddenly went quiet, like I had just committed a crime punishable by death….and truthfully, I did. But Dante didn't react. He took careful steps towards me and looked me directly in the eyes, "You talk big for someone who has nowhere to go." His words meant nothing to me at that point, especially because his hands were now squeezing my chin. I saw desperation in his eyes…he wanted me to succumb to him and apologize, but over my dead body was I going to do that. "Marcel," he called calmly, "Take him to my car and prepare to leave." Everyone looked confused. That wasn't one of his punishments. But, Marcel obeyed. He dragged me like a pile of rubbish, all the way out of the building and into the car. As he laid me down in the backseat, I wanted to ask him, Why? Why did he betray me? Why did he have to deny me and fight me? After two years of surviving together. But I knew there was no use. My situation was exactly why nobody ever crossed Dante. But it still hurt to know I had lost another piece of family. The car doors swung open from the other side, "Go. Now." Marcel sped away without asking for directions. I stayed quiet too. They both acted like I wasn't in the car with them, up until we got to what seemed to be Dante's mansion. Marcel helped me out of the car again, but he offered no further assistance. I walked very slowly behind them. I looked around. There were guards everywhere. Each opening and entrance had at least one guard. They all stared at me. "You're wasting my time," Dante said without looking at me. I didn't say anything, just tried to walk faster. By the time I made it to the living room, Dante told Marcel to leave, which he did after giving me pitiful eyes that screamed he was sorry. "From now on, you're in charge of the master bedroom. It has to be spotless. If it isn't, you're done….," he paused "…and I won't be as lenient." I gulped. "Ken will show you where to sleep. If you don't know who that is, figure it out and do it quickly. I don't want another drop of blood on my floors. I nodded again. Maybe I was hallucinating, I had to be. Dante Solis was showing mercy? to me? Before I could understand what was happening, he started to walk away. Then he stopped. "Aside from making sure you do not make any mistakes, do not attempt to steal from me. If you try to run….well you know better." Then, he left. I immediately slumped to the ground, finally releasing my tears. I sat there crying, reminiscing, and wishing things were different for about ten minutes before someone came downstairs. He rushed over to me, "Who are you?" I wiped my tears and fixed my breath. "Uh, I-I'm looking for Ken. Is he here?" "I'm Ken. Where did you come from?" It was obvious he was worried, but he didn't try to come any closer. "Dante brought me here. He said to tell you to show me where I'd stay." He was visibly confused. I was tired of talking, but I had to. "He said I'm in charge of cleaning the master bedroom and you'll tell me how to do that, plus where I'm gonna sleep." "Oh. Mr Solis hasn't done this before," he clenched his shirt, "D-Do you need anything, water, food?" "Water." "Okay." He walked to the kitchen and came back out with two bottles. I drank them like I had been in the desert for weeks. I tried to stand up but my vision got blurry and my head ached terribly. Before I could take another step, everything went dark. — I don't know how long I was unconscious for, but I woke up on a mildly soft bed in the same clothes, but my wounds were already attended to. I tried to sit up. I took a look around at the small room and immediately knew I was right where Dante wanted me to be. I just wished I was still hallucinating and lay back down. I heard the door creak open and my heart jumped. "Great, you're up." "Oh," I had to squint to look at him, but I recognized his voice, "Ken." "Feeling better?" "You want honest answers?" He gave a half smile, obviously trying to hide his pity which only made me feel worse. "Mr Solis will be back in a few hours, but you can rest, I'll cover for you." He dropped a tray of food and water on the side table and left.