Chapter Five
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The scent of leather and sweat filled the air as Elena stepped into Luca's private gym. Dim lights cast long shadows over the equipment - weights, punching bag, a small boxing ring tucked into the far corner. The place felt raw, stripped of the refined elegance of the rest of the villa.
She didn't belong here.
Yet here she was.
Luca leaned against the boxing ring ropes, arms crossed over his broad chest, a slow smirk playing on his lips. “You need to learn control”.
Elena scoffed. “You mean obedience?”
His smirk deepened. “No, principessa. I mean control”.
She stood her ground, Chin lifted.
“I'm not playing whatever twisted game this is”.
Luca pushed off the ropes, his steps deliberate as he closed the space between them. “You don't have a choice”. He reached behind him and tossed something toward her.
Elena barely caught it. A knife. Sleek. Sharp. Dangerous.
Her pulse jumped.
“Use it”, Luca said.
She hesitated. “On what?”
He spread his arms. “Me”.
Her breath hitched. “You're joking”.
He took another step closer, the blades reflecting catching in his storm-gray eyes. “Am I?”
Elena's grip tightened around the handle. This was a test. A trap. A lesson she didn't understand yet.
He tilted his head, watching her. “If you ever want to get out of here, you'll need to fight for it. So, fight”.
She had no warning.
Luca lunged.
Elena's instinct kick in - she swung the knife, barely missing his side as he dodged at the last second. He caught her wrist, twisting it just enough to make her drop the blade, but she didn't stop moving. She slammed her knee up, aiming for his ribs.
Luca blocked it effortlessly, gripping her by the waist and yanking her forward until her breath tangled with his. “Not bad”.
She struggled against him, heart pounding. “Let go”.
His smirk returned. “Make me!”.
Frustration boiled over. Elena threw her weight forward, catching him off guard, sending them both crashing onto the mat.
For one breathless moment, she was on top of him, her palms braced against his chest. His grip on her wrists tightened, his breathing slow, measured.
The air between them changed.
She felt it.
He did too.
Luca's voice dropped, rough with something unreadable. “Next time you try to kill me, aim for the throat”.
Elena scrambled away from him, pulse thundering. She had no idea if she'd passed his test or failed it.
But as she looked at the knife still lying between them, she knew one thing - he had just given her a weapon. And that meant he was daring her to use it.
The night was silent. Too silent.
Elena sat on the edge of her bed, the knife Luca had given her tucked beneath her pillow. Every inch of her body was tense.
She needed to get out.
Now.
Her fingers traced along the wooden paneling of the wall, searching, pressing – until something shifted beneath her touch. A small, hidden latch.
The panel creaked open revealing darkness beyond.
Her pulse quickened.
A passageway.
Cold air swept against her skin as she slipped through the opening, her bare feet careful against the uneven stone floor. The corridor was narrow, damp, leading into the unknown.
Every step she took felt like a risk.
Then – voices.
Elena pressed herself against the wall, her breath coming fast.
“She's not just leverage anymore”, one of Luca's men murmured. “He's starting to care”.
She went still.
Care?
No. That wasn't possible.
She pushed forward, barely daring to breathe, needing to hear more.
“He didn't see it yet”, the voice continued. “But if he doesn't do something soon, she'll become a weakness. And weaknesses get people killed”.
A shiver ran down her spine.
A shadow moved ahead.
Before she could react, a hand clamped over her mouth.
Elena thrashed, but the grip was unyielding, strong. A voice murmured against her ear, low, taunting.
“Found you”.
Elena was dragged back through the villa, her mind racing.
She didn't recognize the man who had caught her, but he worked for Luca. That much was clear.
The moment she was shoved into Luca's study, she caught sight of him– standing by the window, his back to her, muscles tense beneath his shirt.
He turned slowly, his storm-gray gaze sweeping over her.
“I should lock you in chains”, he muttered.
Elena jerked against the guard's grip. “Then why don't you?”
Luca exhaled sharply, rubbing his jaw, as if she exhausted him. “Because you're more trouble than you're worth”.
Before she could snap back, a knock sounded at the door.
Enzo stepped in, his expression unreadable. “We have a problem”.
Luca's gaze didn't leave Elena's face. “Of course we do”.
A moment later, another man entered the room.
Elena didn't recognize him.
But Luca did.
A flicker of something – tension, maybe even rage– crossed his face.
The man smirked, his suit pristine, his eyes full of something venomous. “Luca”, he greeted smoothly. “It's been a long time”.
Luca didn't move. Didn't blink.
Elena could feel the shift in the room, the weight of something dangerous pressing against the air.
The man gestured toward her lazily. “So. This is the girl?”.
Luca's jaw tensed. “What do you want?”
“A deal?”.
Elena's stomach twisted.
Luca remained silent, watching. Calculating.
Then, finally, he spoke.
“I don't make deals”.
A slow, eerie smile spread across the man's face.
Luca's voice was quiet when he added, “I make corpses”.
The tension snapped like a live wire.
Elena felt in her bones– this wasn't just a conversation. This was a warning.
And whatever was about to happen next, she was caught in the middle of it.
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