The Mafia's Mistress

FOUR

Luciana felt herself being lifted and placed on the warm leather seat of Dante's car and soon they were on the road driving. Luciana rested her head in the window, using her hand to hold the bloody wound Dante had so generously wrapped in a clean towel. She wasn't sure what was going on in his mind considering he'd clearly warned her she wasn't safe outside and she never told him what her father was doing to her. But the cold look on his face, gave her the info she needed. He wasn't happy, in fact he was pissed. Pissed at who? She wasn't very sure .

Dante pulled into the driveway, of his house, instructing the men at the gate not to let anyone in. Luciana opened her door and began to get out but Dante was at her side immediately, picking her up in his arms and carrying her into the house. He took her up the stairs and stopped when they came to his room. Lowering her to the ground, he gestured for her to enter into the bathroom.

"Sit on the counter" he ordered, an edge to his voice Luciana pulled herself onto the counter and waited. Dante dragged the big first aid box from underneath the sink and set it on the counter beside her. " You know honestly, I don't know whether to spank the living daylight out of your ass or feel sorry for what happened to you, you had one job, if you feel any inkling of danger, call me, Is it so hard bambina?" Luciana felt her breath hitch at his words. Was he serious?.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know"

"How long?" She knew what he was referring to but it honestly wasn't a story she wanted to tell but the look on Dante's face said otherwise.

"Since mother died" she replied.

" That was 6 years ago Luciana, did he touch you?" Dante asked again, she nodded and she could feel the flame ignite in his eyes, she's seen that once when he'd shot one of the guards that betrayed him. It was intent to kill. He was going to kill her father.

"Don't kill him"

"That's not for you to decide" he replied, pulling out some supplies from the kit. "Take your shirt off".

She looked at him, her eyes narrowed a bit. She knew her wound needed to be cleaned but she was hoping to do it herself. No way in hell was she taking her shirt off in from of Dante Costa. The f*****g hot Dante Costa, the last thing she wanted was for him to see her n*****s poking out of her bra.

"I can do it myself"

"It wasn't a request, so if you don't want me to take it off for you, better do as I say" He wasn't joking. Luciana hesitated a moment before pulling her soiled bloody shirt over her head. She was in nothing but her lace bra that was almost see through. Dante paused for a moment, his eyes strained on her mid size boobs packed into a bra, a tad smaller. He gulped, maybe telling her to take her shirt off was a bad idea, but he couldn't keep the scenerious from playing I'm his head. He wished he could just take them in his palm, and.knead till her moans of pleasure filled the room.

Dante's eyes trailed down her torso. It was filled with purple and red.bruises, a few unhealed scars too. He unconsciously.ran his finger over one of them that looked.like a knife s***h. He felt her body tense at his touch and looked at her. She was looking at him straight in the eye, an unreadae expression on her face. He could feel the tension building, his eyes.dropped to her perfect busted lips and he just wanted to suck the pain away.

It was wrong. f**k. He was done. Bringing her was a mistake he was sure he wasn't going to come out from. He pulled the bloody cloth off the wound and examined it.

" It a shallow wound, it'll heal in no time" Luciana hissed as the cold spirit touched her skin. She grabbed Dante's hand and squeezed anytime she felt intense pain. Soon Dante was done and he bandaged her up. " Take a shower, I'll leave some clothes out for you".

With that he packed the stuff and headed out. "Dante?" Luciana called causing him to turn. "Thanks". He nodded and shut the door. she calmed her breathing. Did she just think of kissing Dante Costa? For f***s sake. She came down from the shower and drew a bath. Sure enough Dante left her clothes, they were his, she could smell his scent off them. She pulled on the shirt that stopped at her and ultimately decided, not to put on the big sweatpants.

Dante walked back into the room when she was drying hr hair off, she could see him from the mirror. He was holding two sandwiches and a juice box. "Brought you something to eat".

"I'm not hungry" Luciana replied, she wasn't sure she could stomach anything at the moment.

"Sit your ass down" Dante ordered, she didn't need to be told twice, Her ass fell right into the chair. Be handed her the sandwiches and juice box and watched patiently as she forced it down her throat "you can take the bed". He was giving her his room? What the f**k was happening.

"Oh,... It's fine..I uh can sleep on the couch"

"Goodnight Bambina" he said simply, shut the door and locked it.

Sleep on the couch his foot.