Loving the mafia prince ( book #1 of loving the mafia)

Chapter 22

Luca slowly lets go, the man on the other side of the bars fumbles back a few steps chuckling, mumbling something in Russian. Suddenly a few men walk in, hinting that they had been listening. There were probably hidden cameras somewhere in this place.

"Take the boy, the trade will happen in a hour." He says in Russian to the men, "fuck like your taking me anywhere." He says holding onto Akira, his wrist most likely bruising but Akira hadn't cared. He was scared shitless and wanted Luca by his side, wether it was painful or not

He knew whatever these Men were going to do would be way more painful then Luca holding onto his wrist. "Don't worry, we'll take the boy with you. Can't say he'll return with you though, I have someone who has plans for him." He says, smirking at Akira, before Luca could say anything he fell to the ground, "Luca!" Akira exclaims, "You shouldn't of gotten up so fast." He laughs out looking at the boy.

"What did you do to him!?" Akira yells glaring at the man as he dragged himself over to Luca grabbing onto him.

"We had to calm him down." He says in Russian, Akira not knowing what he said was even more worried. But by the looks of how Luca was acting, he had been drugged. "Fuck." Luca mutters in Italian. "Get him and tie him up." The man says, the others come into the cell grabbing Luca, but Akira held tightly onto the boy

Not wanting anything to happen, "fuck let go of him!" He screams in Japanese, his grip loosened as another man begins to kick him in the stomach, but he still held onto the male.

"kid don't make this harder than it needs to be." The man spits out, kicking him harder. "No!" He says using his unharmed leg to kick back at the man who held Luca, pulling him up away from Akira. He swore under his breath kicking him in the face making him fall to the ground unconscious

"Fuck, she said not to harm his face!" One man says.

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Akira's eyes fluttered open, strange language he didn't understand being spoke. He looked over seeing a passed out Luca laid in the back of the van alongside him. He bit his bloody lips crawling over to the boy. Wanting to feel his warmth, he was happy he'd be safe. His father would come for him if he was really in the mafia.

But there's no way he would be able to convince him to save Akira, so this would be the last time he saw Luca. Fuck! He didn't want it to be, he wanted to be with him. To be his boyfriend, he slowly moved up. His lips meeting Lucas, pushing himself up against the boy, rubbing up against his body, If this was the last of the warmth he'd feel from Luca then he'd make the most of it

Rustling his hands out of the rope, he grasped onto Lucas hair, the hair he dreamed of touching so many nights. His other hand went slowly down Lucas body feeling every inch of his body, the body he wanted to feel up against his own so badly.

The body he looked at so many times as he walked pass him in school, He'd stare at him, from the corner dreaming of the day he'd feel his beautiful body against his own.

And just for this moment he'd be his.