LUCA (You Will Be Mine) (The Sicilian Mafia Series Book 1) (13 page)

I saw Luca huff as the murderous look turned deadly. Oh shit. Daniel was in big trouble.

I was about to turn around and warn him, but the next minute Luca’s hand was around Daniel’s throat as he was leading him across the room and out towards one of the exit doors. What surprised me even more was when another one of the hoodlums grabbed Brett and led him out the same way. Why were they picking on him? He wasn’t even anywhere near me.

My mouth was agape as another one of his hoodlums had me in a vice-like grip as he tried leading me out of the club. “Oh, no you fucking don’t,” I spat. “Let go!”

Before I knew it, all of my girls were around me, trying to pry that beast from my arm. He was a brute, but he certainly could not compete against five of my girls combined.

“Get off of me, you wanker!” I was mad—mad as hell. How dare he push me around? I didn’t even know who he was.

The whole thing would have been comical if it wasn’t for how angry I felt. Belinda was on his back, riding him like a bull, Samantha had hold of one arm, and Melinda held the other as they tried yanking him away from me.

“You have to come with me.” His voice was stern and even a little desperate. He was yet another man who was afraid of Luca.

“I’m not going anywhere with you. Let go!”

Just then, Samantha decided to take a chunk out of the beast’s arm, causing pitiful yelp to leave his lips. Immediately, he let go, and I didn’t waste any time running. I was off, and so were the girls.

“That was fucking awesome!” Samantha shouted. “I so want to do that again.” Even with several men chasing us around the club, we all giggled our heads off. It was like a scene from Benny Hill.

Running up some stairs, we stopped before long when we found another man running up the other end towards us. Very quickly, we found a door and decided to run through it. Seeing some more stairs, we decided to climb back down. No sense in going up. I couldn’t understand why a lot of people in films decide to go onto the roof of a building to escape. How on earth could one escape from a roof? Once there, what chance of escape was normally left?

Once we were at the bottom, I gently pushed the door open to have a look through it. I could see we were at the back of the club. Not only that, but I could already spot two of the men in the distance. “We’re not going to make it out of this club unnoticed.” I shook my head from side to side in amused exasperation.

“I know,” Belinda began, “but isn’t it fun trying?” Everyone laughed again, and I could tell they were all getting a rise out of this.

“I haven’t had so much fun in ages,” piped Samantha.

“What do you want to do?” Belinda looked at me with a concerned expression. It was fun, but we knew the fun would end far too soon.

I thought for a moment. I knew I was heading for home more quickly than I could blink my eyes, but I was going to damn well make sure he knew I wasn’t going without a fight.

“I tell you what I want to do. In fact, I’ll tell you what I’m going to do. I’m going to walk over to the bar and finish my drink! Who’s with me?”

“Oh, hell yeah!” they all shouted.

“Come on, ladies. Let’s show them we can’t be pushed around.” I swung the door open as wide as I could. Then, as bold as brass, I walked over to the bar. The girls followed in hot pursuit. Before long, we were noticed by everyone.

Stepping up to the bar area, I very casually took a seat. Luca was back through the door and the look of thunder was still quite evident. I smiled and crossed my legs seductively as I picked up my Cosmopolitan.

Luca pointed to the drink. “Don’t you dare fucking drink that!”

“I’ll do what I fucking well like, arsehole!” The whole room went dead, and even with the beating of music I could hear some gasps of shock.

Luca’s nostrils flared. “Don’t test me, Clara.”

“Or what, Mr. Belatoni? What could you possibly do to me in front of all these people?”

I was about to put the drink to my lips when Luca lunged and flung the thing from my hand. It went crashing to the floor, glass sprawling everywhere. “What did you go and do that for?”

“I told you not to drink it.”

I couldn’t believe he had just done that. “You’re not my father. You can’t tell me what to do! Barman, I’ll have another Cosmopolitan please.” I could feel a thousand set of eyes upon me, so I gazed around the room. Sure enough, just about the whole club was watching.

The barman looked over at Luca. The look was distinctly like a man seeking permission for his actions. I couldn’t believe it. The barman wasn’t going to serve me unless Luca specifically said he could. The power this man possessed was beyond ridiculous.

“Oh, I see. I can’t have a drink now unless the almighty Luca says so.” I glared at the barman, making him wince.

“Don’t look at him like that. He’s just doing his job.”

I laughed. “Oh, I’m sorry. I thought his job was to serve drinks. I want a Cosmopolitan, please.” Again, the barman looked across at Luca. Luca nodded his head and it was only then the barman made any kind of movement. Boy, what was wrong with people?

“What are you doing here?” Luca’s glare was meant to be intimidating, but Luca didn’t easily intimidate me. Half the time, I just wanted to smash his smug face in.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Mr. High and Mighty. I didn’t realise I should be stuck at home waiting for you to turn up whenever you damn well pleased.”

A look of resignation crossed his face. “You’re angry with me.”

I straightened my posture. “Fucking too right I’m angry with you! Who do you think you are?”

Luca looked down for a moment. “Today was complicated.”

I laughed. “Okay—
complicated
. You know, there is a little contraption called a phone. You can call people on it and tell them how long you’re going to be, etcetera. Marvellous invention. A lot of people say it’s going to catch on one day.” I was rather shocked at myself to tell the truth. I had only known Luca for a couple of days, and there we were arguing like a married couple. It just got weirder and weirder.

“You’re being sarcastic with me now.” Luca’s look was unimpressed. “You don’t know what went on today.”

The barman placed my drink in front of me and I didn’t hesitate any longer. I picked the drink up and placed it to my lips. A part of me thought Luca might lunge at it again, so I was surprised when he just sat there and watched me. I took that opportunity and downed the lot.

“Very mature,” Luca grumbled.

I looked him up and down. He was wearing a three piece grey suit, and boy did he look sexy in it. “And I suppose locking me up until I’d had sex with you is really mature as well?” A couple of people giggled, and others had their eyes wide with shock.

“Talking of which, why did that snake have his hands all over you?” His normally caramel eyes grew a shade darker as the anger set in.

“I am my own person. I can do what I want. If I want to have another man’s hands all over me, then I will.”

Luca came closer until his face was inches away from mine. “No fucking man touches you. Do you get that?”

I could feel his anger was at the boiling point. “We’re so used to getting what we want, aren’t we, Mr. Belatoni? You’re not getting what you want this time. I’m not going to fall at your feet like others do. This is one person you can’t order around.”

“You want to test me?” His glaring eyes were hot with not only anger, but with lust as well. It seemed to be pouring itself from him straight into me. I could feel it radiating throughout my whole body. The feeling was just too intense for words.

Determined not to back down, I stood my ground. “You wouldn’t dare do anything here.”

Luca laughed. “You want to bet on that, amore mio? I could pull a random guy in the middle of the floor, cut him into little pieces, and there wouldn’t be a damn thing anyone here could or would do about it.”

“Is that a threat?” I still wasn’t backing down. Other people may be frightened of him, but I wasn’t. In fact, the whole thing was strangely turning me on.

“No. I’m just stating the obvious. I could haul you over my shoulder and drag you kicking and screaming. No one will care or notice—and even if they did, they would never do anything to stop me.”

My eyes widened. “You wouldn’t dare!”

Uh-oh. Big mistake. Now I was challenging him, and by the look of things, I had just played into his hands. Time to think of something
—
quickly.

Just as Luca reached for me, I shouted, “You can’t; I’m going commando!” Luca stilled, and his glaring lust-filled eyes met mine again. “Oh dear, have I spoiled your plans?”

Luca smiled cheekily at me, and then turned his attention to Tony. “Tony, go fetch me a blanket from the car.” Tony nodded and immediately about turned and headed for the door.

“You wouldn’t dare!” I shouted again.

“You keep saying that, but you know I would, in fact,
dare
.”

I huffed. “I’m not going back there for you to lock me up again. I refuse to be your beck-and-call girl.”

He looked me up and down, and the way his eyes roamed almost made me shudder. “Don’t you know by now that I can do whatever the hell I like?”

“You’re a fucking arsehole, you know that? And why did your men take Brett away?”

His glare was back again. “How the fuck do you know his name?”

I smiled cheekily and swiped my hand across my chest. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

The look of thunder was back. Luca had his hand out as quick as a shot just as Tony came running towards him. No sooner had Luca retrieved the blanket, then I was out of my seat attempting to make a run for it.

“You’re not getting away from me!” Luca shouted as he grabbed my arm and spun me around like a rag doll.

Before I knew it, he had the blanket wrapped around me and I was being thrown over his shoulder. I screamed blue murder at him to let me down, but I knew it wasn’t going to get me anywhere.

“Scream all you want, Clara. No one is coming to help you.”

In the distance I could see the girls screaming and trying their best to get to me. The problem was that they all had at least one beast to one girl. I was being taken, and there wasn’t a damn thing any of us could do about it.

“I fucking hate you!” I was beyond mad at him. “You think you’re going to get me into bed, but I refuse you. I’d rather wear a chastity belt for the rest of my life then let you anywhere near me.”

Luca pushed me over his shoulder even further causing me to huff. “You and I both know that’s not going to happen. The only person—or thing—getting between those legs of yours is me.”

Luca hauled me into the back of a limo and told the driver to get going. The driver complied straight away and immediately pulled up the partition window to give us more privacy.

“How do you know I haven’t had someone tonight?”

Luca stilled for a moment, and the horror in his eyes nearly had me gasping.

He leaned over and cupped my chin in his hands. “If that is true, then Daniel is a dead man.”

Trying to calm my erratic breathing, I said, “How do you know it was Daniel?”

“So you make a habit of letting one man fuck you and then another feel you up all within one night?”

I shook my head. “You know that’s not true.”

Luca smiled and trailed his finger along my jaw line. “Then why lie to me? Unless you cared of course. You care enough to tell me you’ve been with someone else just to make me jealous. Do you want me to kill Daniel?”

“No. Of course not.”

Luca began a journey with his finger. All the while he was locking his eyes with mine. His intent gaze was beyond hypnotising.

“Why are you lying to me then?” The one finger then became his whole hand as it wandered around my breast and then down to my thigh. The incoherent drunk squeal that escaped me brought a smile to the smug git’s face. “You may be able to lie to me, but your body never will. It screams at me to touch it.”

I couldn’t fight it much longer. I pulled his head to my lips and kissed him with everything I had. I was mad as hell at him still, but the anger somehow magnified the lust that was coursing through my veins. I was pissed at him for locking me up. I was pissed at him for leaving me without a word. I was pissed at him for dragging me out of the club. Despite all of my justifiable anger—for some reason—my body just took over, and right then, it was screaming for Luca to touch me. It wanted him as much as the breaths that it took. I was falling into a world of Luca, and nothing and no one else existed.

Luca pulled away from my lips, causing a growl of complaint from me. He was as breathless as I was, and I knew the need he had for me was just as strong as the need I had for him.

“You’re going commando?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

His hand made a beeline for my leg as he holstered my skirt up a little. I think my eyes were rolling around the back of head by that point.

His finger found my entrance, and straight away, he plunged it deep inside me. I gasped as my inner walls tightened around the intrusion.

“Who does this beautiful pussy belong to?” His voice was commanding as he plunged even deeper. I cried out in pure adrenaline-fuelled bliss.

I didn’t answer him. I didn’t want to give in to him. I didn’t even think I could talk right then.

Plunging his fingers in deeper and playing with my clit with his thumb, he asked again, “Who does this belong to, Clara?”

I moaned in glorious pleasure. My God this was torturous. I so wanted him to give me what I wanted, but at the same time, I was never going to cave in.

“Who, Clara?” His voice was commanding and so fucking seductive.

A part of me actually screamed at me to answer that it
was
his. I just wanted my release as soon as possible. It was past desire by now; it was a crushing need. A need that took me beyond the realms of clarity.

“Oh God,” I cried, as his magic finger delved deeper and harder.

“Clara!” His voice was a frustrated growl.

Suddenly finding my voice, I shouted back, “I don’t fucking
belong
to anyone!”

Big Mistake! His finger was out of me faster than a bullet. “Arsehole!” I shouted—more loudly than I had intended. I didn’t much care, however. He had just brought me to a point of no return and then refused to go the full distance.