Manners with the Devil

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L U C A S        S A N T O R O

I want her.

I need her.

I love her.

"Lucas, pay attention." Matteo huffs.

"I am, carry on."

"Stop day dreaming about your unrealistic lover."

"She's not unrealistic and I'm not thinking about her." I respond.

Currently, Matteo and I are going over things that have went down since words out of Giavanna Amato.

"You still have those French people in the basement, what are you doing with them?" He asks.

Right. The French spies. We caught them the day Giavanna came back home from France, they were spying on us and Giavanna.

"I'll get Giavanna to do some messing with them." I respond.

Matteo's eyebrows shot up and he pauses.

"Lucas. She is still inlove with Sebastien Auclair, she wont torture his men."

"Who says that?" I ask, slightly curious.

"It's pretty obvious mate."

"Well, call Antono to get Giavanna over here ASAP."

"On it." Matteo rolls his eyes, collects his stuff, and leaves my office.

And I was back to her.

Her eyes.

Her lips.

Her body.

In my head.

I want it on mine. I want to feel her on me. Just once. I need to have a taste of Giavanna.

I sit there on my computer until I hear a warmth voice flow into my ears.

"Lucas Santoro." Her thick voice brightens the room.

"Giavanna Amato." I respond, standing up to shake her hand.

"What do you want?" She denies my hand and sits herself down on the chair opposite mine.

I admire her as her eyes deeply stare into mine.

"Lucas?" She says, waving her hands above my eyes, making me loose focus on hers.

"I want you to torture some people." I say, containing myself.

I notice her breathing stopped. I notice she was nervous.

"Don't be nervous, amore."

"Shut up." She says and glares the opposite direction. Making sure she doesn't look at me.

"Giavanna, I'm doing this for your own sake."

"How is this for my own sake?" She spits at me, but I can't help but find it more attractive.

"Because you were born into the Mafia and there's no getting out of it."

I can tell she's hurt. And she is full of rage. And that she is anxious.

I'm holding myself from hugging her.

Or comforting her.

All I want to do, is comfort her.

To hold her in my arms and to tell her that we will both get through this. That I will help her.

She doesn't speak for a few seconds.

"I'm not going against Sebastien." She holds back her tears.

"Giavanna. Your an Italian. Not French."

"I don't care." She responds, still not making eye contact with me.

"It's the Mafia, amore."

"Fuck the Mafia and stop fucking calling me amore. I'm not your love."

"Fuck me." I mutter.

"What?"

"Get down to the basement."

"No." She states, her eyes deepening, now staring into mine.

"Giavanna." I say.

"What are you going to do?" She rises from her chair.

"Giavanna."

"You can't make me go torture some lunatic French man because you want me to be involved with the mafia."

"Giavanna."

"No Lucas, don't ever fucking message me again." She yells.

"Gia-" I stand up.

She storms out.

I run over to the door she exited in but she was already gone.

I reach my phone to call Matteo and Antono.

None of them answered.

I continued to call them, now sitting back in my office chair.

Around half an hour later Matteo made an appearance.

"Told you." Matteo came into my office, laying his papers on my desk.

"Why aren't you answering your phone?

"We weren't trying to worry you."

"What happened?" I growl, standing up from my chair.

"Giavanna. She's gone."

"Yes I know that? What else?"

"To France." He speaks.

I leap to my office door and began to run straight towards the front door.

Down two corridors. Two flights of stairs.

"Luc-"

"Shut it Matteo, you should have fucking told me!" I yell, reaching myself into my car.

The engine turns on.

My car flies off the long driveway and directs towards the private airport.

I run every speed camera. Every stop sign. Every zebra crossing. Every light. Just to get to her before she leaves for fucking Sebastien again.

Finally, after ten minutes of driving my car passes the entrance and towards the jet.

I see her. I see her.

I quickly climb out of my car as I park and race my legs over to her.

"Giavanna." I pant.

"Lucas, for the last time FUCK OFF." She screams, turning to face me.

"Giavanna. Don't go to him. I need to tell you-"

"Lucas I don't want to hear your bullshit. I came back like you wanted but now I'm going back to France, I like it there."

She continues to walk closer to her jet and I'm following along her.

"Giavanna lis-"

"Piss off Lucas."

"Giavanna your not understanding."

"What? What am I not understanding?" She asks.

"That Sebastien is not who you think he is."

"Fuck off."

She slams the jet door in my face.

I've just been rejected.

She's started a war between Italy and France.

But I love her for it.

Game on.

A/N

As you probably know I hate writing in the man's perspective, so sorry that this is short and not the best!

Also I'm trying hard to upload every day but I have school so it is hard

Bye Lovlies!! Xx