Bound to Break

Chapter 58

I screamed, and very stupidly tried picking up the dishtowel. It resulted in a very sharp pain in my palm. Luciano muttered a curse and hurried towards me. "Fucking hell- do you ever think before acting?"

In the midst of the stinging, he managed to stop the fire and threw the dishcloth into the sink. My pain somehow got worse as the seconds went by, and started to throb and burn like it was still over the fire.

Holding my hand, I bent over as I groaned. I'd take period cramps over this, any day.

"Show me." He grabbed my hand, which had a small pink mark across it. I tried pulling it away but he held it in place and examined it. "Come here."

He tugged me towards the counter and hoisted me up by my waist. I sat and basked in my agony as he went to the fridge and pulled out a little tube - antiseptic cream.

After washing his hands, he took mine in his before starting to apply it.

Luciano's concentration was what got to me. You'd think he was sewing up a stab wound, his focus and movements precise. I was sure if he wasn't a crime lord, and was born in the normal world, he'd be a surgeon.

Through the burning pain, I kind of enjoyed it. His body heat pouring out onto me. The way my stomach flipped at how close he was standing to me. Him holding my hand. Luciano's touch was singular and always made me long for more every time he pulled back.

When he finished, his eyes met with mine. "Still sore?"

"Mmhmm."

He pulled my hand to his lips, kissing my palm and around the wound. I had to hold back a smile at the sight. The past few days with Luciano have made me realise just how much he cared for me.

He'd make me pancakes every morning. Carried me to bed when I felt lazy, and always made sure I slept in his arms. Whether he was spooning me, or I slept on his chest. And whenever we'd wake up apart, he'd grumble with disapproval and would pull me back towards him.

Whenever he woke up, he'd always watch me through half lidded eyes. Dark, shiny and almost cute.

God, like anyone would associate Luciano with that. I let him kiss my palm, and when he asked if the pain was gone again I lied and said no.

So he kissed it again.

And again.

"Still?"

"Yeah."

"Liar."

I laughed, and he held my cheeks in one hand before shaking it off. I swore I could almost see a smile on his mouth, and wondered when he'd start to do that around me. I'd see it soon enough.

"Sei l'unico che fa battere il mio cuore. (You are the only one who keeps my heart beating.)"

"Oooh, I love it when you talk sexy. You just called me beautiful didn't you?"

"Nope. Just that you're a pain in the ass."

"Yeah right." I rolled my eyes, but kept my glare suspecting. "I'll learn Italian one day."

I think I heard a heart in there somewhere. If only I'd paid attention to the Italian lessons Mama tried giving me.

Stepping back, Luciano started pulling some stuff from the fridge. Eggs, milk, and turkey strips. It almost made me feel stupid for failing todays breakfast, but at least there was one cook in the house.

He started cracking the eggs and making the omelette, and I swung my legs on the counter as I watched. When he was done we sat at the island, and I lifted my fork up before wincing. I just had to burn myself on my dominant hand.