Luca's POV
Hours passed, as I refused to move from my position. "Boss?", Cal approached gently. It did not have the affect on me that he had hoped for. "What?", I asked, shortly. "We have the shooter in custody", he responded simply. Meaning, he has the shooter in my underground dungeon, back at the compound. "Make him suffer until I return, then I will handle him", I growled lowly.
I never once lifted my forehead from Mara's. Not even to acknowledge the presence of my own men. All that matters to me at the moment, is the woman lying on the bed in front of me. Her pain and suffering I want to take as my own, yet I've only caused her more. God knows I'm too damn selfish to let her go though. She's mine, till I die.
"Ugh. Luca?", Mara groaned, her face scrunching in pain and confusion.
