Violent Little Thing (Lily and Luciano) novel Chapter 23

Chapter 23

why I feel like

I wake up not knowing what time it is of like I’m on a cloud. Why is there

“Good morning angel“, Luciano’s low, husky voice says.

“Good morning” I whisper back. “Are we on a mattress?”

“Mmhhmm” he hums in response.

“In a closet?”

“Mmhhmm” he hums again while drawing circles on my

y stomach slowly.

hand around my waist and a body against my back?

“How did you get a mattress this big inside a closet?” I say as I feel around both sides of us to determine if what I’m thinking is correct in that this is indeed that giant ass cloud bed I saw in his room last night.

1 enlisted Luca’s help, and a few disagreements on how to move it, we settled on brute force, and here we are.”

I giggle at the imagine of that in my head while I settle back down into the crook of his arm so he will hopefully draw those nice feeling circles on my back. Which he does.

“As much as I absolutely love having no idea what time it is and feeling like nothing but else in this world exists but us right here and now, I do have to ask….Why are we in a closet Angel?”

“Well..uh.. I do believe that you were the one that brought me into this exact closet and then yourself so…”

“Angel…” he says half pleasingly.

I let out a breath. Fuck it.

My father trained me to fight. From before I could even remember. He would show me moves, how to counter, block, all of that. He would spend every spare second he had teaching me. It was great, my older brothers of course hated it. Anyway, when I was six, my father brought me to the ring we had at our home, just like any other day. I took my stance ready to begin and he punched me right in the face as hard as he could. He didn’t stop. He beat me like man and told me that this was the next part of my training. My brother’s had to drag me from the ring when he was finished. They took me back to my room but this time my father had told them to put me in the closet. He had put a lock on the outside and he shut the door and told me that until I was able to hit him back, that would be my place“.

I told Luciano about the punishments or “training” I received. Leaving out the part about being trained specifically to be an assassin. He didn’t interrupt, didn’t stop drawing those circles on my back and when I was finished and simply said, “Thank you” and kissed my forehead.

“For what?”

“For telling me about that. I cannot begin to understand how much strength you have to be able to have

gone through that and still be here.”

“You look me to your place under the stars that night, Luciano and it was beautiful, so utterly beautiful…This right here, this is my place. I know it’s fucked up, but in here, the world is quiet, I am safe, I’m in control. This dark corner of the world is mine…and I will understand if you don’t want to be in it.”

He turned so that we were now face to face. Even in the pitch black I could tell. All of my senses were heightened here, and I could feel his breath tickle my face.

this world I would rather be than by your side. In the light, in the dark, it doesn’t matter, as long as I get to be in it

“Amore, there is nowhere in this with you.”

He glides his hands up along my face, finding my lips and bringing his to kiss me. He starts slowly, and heat between my legs resurfaces. I placed my hands on his chest and let him control me with his mouth…

knock knock

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Chapter 21.

“Oh fuck!” he says as he stumbles back. “Why is it so bright!?”

I giggle at his antics.

Luciano grumbles as he crawls out from the closet and stands. Luca going in close to whisper something in his ear I can’t hear. It must be important because Luciano immediately composes himself and looks back to me.

“Angel I have to take ca

He sighs and rubs his face. “The club was hit this morning. It won’t be open until we have it fixed up which means you won’t be working. So you will stay here.”

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