𝐈𝐭 𝐃𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 [𝟏𝟖+]

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 12

⪻3rd Person POV⪼

Ana's wide eyes closed for a moment after checking Diavolo to find he was indeed sleeping. In relief, she rested her head on the chaise at the end of the bed and quickly composed herself. Her eyes shot open with a murderous glare in them while stealthily feeling under one of Diavolo's pillows with her fingertips; her mind locating the source of the voice.

Finishing neatly folding up the now almost dry golden dress, Luca placed it on the grey dressing table and looked at himself in the mirror with the lights on the sides of it. There was a hint of a smirk on his face while rolling his white shirt sleeves just above his elbows to reveal his veiny forearms. He turned back without a care in the world just in time to duck when a throwing knife whizzed past him and struck the mirror. 

He glanced at the shattered mirror and raised an impressed eyebrow.
 "Anyways.." He stretched out the word and turned around to find the murderous woman standing in her nightgown that barely reached her midthighs. His dark eyes unconsciously raked over her figure before they rested on her eyes. They seemed to shine even in the dark. 

"What did you do to him and how the hell did you get inside?" Ana raised her voice hoping someone would pass by her wing and hear it even though the chances were low. She suspected his presence to have everything to do with her attempt on his life and she cursed inside her head. This encounter can turn fatal if he has a plan to take revenge. But he was on her ground. inside her bedroom. Alone. He was either very dumb or very daring. 

"Very good questions. Both, very valid and relevant. Anything else?" Luca taunted in return. His emotionless face refused to give away anything. He was here to talk even though he expected no courtesy or cooperation. But seeing a seething Ana marching towards him with clenched fists left him no choice but to resort to plan B. He had a single-stranded metal cuff peeking out of his pants to where his fingers slowly inched out.

The moment her fist was about to collide with his nose, he dodged to his left and slapped on a cuff on her right wrist in lightning speed. Without giving Ana a moment, he flung her backwards pulling on the cuffed arm and flushed her body against his front. Ana was caught off-guard and softly gasped at the sudden motion. The front of her robe was dangerously close to lay her breasts bare. The next move in this situation was very easy to read, so just as her free elbow was about to make a hit on his abdomen, he grabbed ahold of them and as strong as her resistance was, Luca linked the other arm with the rigid cuffs that were certain to make her hands go immobile. 

But Ana didn't need her hands to remove his hold on her. She could feel Luca's breaths hitting on her temple in their close proximity. He held her forearms close to his body and started walking towards the sofa placed near the fireplace. "You came prepared didn't you, Captain?" Ana gritted her teeth at her sloppiness. But out of all the things that could have happened today, seeing Luca Lombardo inside her bedroom was the last thing she expected.