Page 32 of Retribution

“You’re a fucking idiot,” I muttered. “I’m hungry.”

“No.”

I could easily ask anyone to order the food, has ruined me for anyone else. Yes, Luca spoiled me rotten and I loved being the center of his attention. He was always asking me if I was hungry, what I wanted to eat, was I okay, did I take rest? He was always running around to find exactly what I wanted at any given time, day or night. He was responsible for my behavior, and I didn’t want it to change.

“Come on,” I closed the space between us. “Babes, your baby girl is hungry.”

“Ask one of the guys to get you food.”

“I want you to get it. I’ll make it up to you later.”

“Are you bribing me?” His eyes widened.

I chuckled. “I’ll let you tie me up and drink shots off my belly.”

“That’s one bribe I may not be able to refuse, but no.”

I tipped on my toes and whispered in his ear, “I’ll let you spank me with that horse crop you’ve been hiding.”

“Woman, don’t promise things you can’t handle.”

“Do I look like I can’t handle a little spanking?” I reached up and cupped his face. “I’m all yours to do what you want.”

“You said curried goat with June plum juice?”

I grinned. “Yes.”

I couldn’t believe that this relationship started during my most difficult time. It wasn’t something planned, yet I knew it would have happened sometime soon. I was happy that Luca was there for me, also I had others looking out for me and I knew I would be fine.

He was easy to get along with, loving, kind and attentive. Did I mention that he was a god in bed? With his sometimes nice-guy attitude, you would have thought that he’d be the opposite, but he wasn’t. He knew when to give, what to give, and how to give it.

After that first tryst, we just fell into this situation. At first, I’d refused to acknowledge it, especially after hearing he had a son. But whenever I thought of ending it with Luca, the pain became unbearable, and I knew he was the reason for my sanity.

I showered while Luca was away buying food. A few others accompanied him, and they brought back enough food for the entire team. Som opted for burger from a famous hamburger restaurant, while others had pizza, and some opted for Jamaican food.

Luca had never had Jamaican food before meeting me and now he seemed to be hooked on their flavors. His favorite was the oxtail with rice and peas. He kept referring to it as rice and beans, and the staff at our favorite spot had to correct him a few times.

Today he got curried goat for himself, and I wondered how he would handle it since he barely handled the jerk chicken the last time. Jamaican curried goat was known for being spicy and Luca was one Italian who couldn’t handle his spice.

It was now around two in the afternoon when we gathered for lunch. It would be our last meal for a while. If anyone was hungry later, they could have instant ramen or snacks, which were always at hand. The large fridge in the back had all sorts of drinks, bread, and eggs. So technically, we were never out of food and sometimes we cooked our own meals.

However, during these busy times, we opted for takeout which was more convenient. We had our lunch peacefully – Luca being surprised at the spice in the goat – while we waited patiently for Pretty Boy and his minions. I was looking forward to it.

“This is some spicy shit!” he complained.

“Poor baby, want some milk?”

“You taunting me?” He pointed his fork in my direction. “I’ll deal with you later.”

Chapter 20

Ciara

Luca and the men were playing poker. I went up to the table, not caring that I was disturbing them playing for money.

“Luca, a word with you in private.”

“Can it wait, I’m about to clean house.”