Belladonna (Billionaire Boys Club #1)

Chapter 68

Lucas:

By the time we get back, it is nearly eleven at night and I decide to go home first before returning to my girlfriend.

"Oh, my sweet boy." Mamma croons as she squeezes me into the tightest hug I think I've probably ever felt in all my fucking life. "I missed you."

"I was gone for only a few days." I remind her.

She pulls back but doesn't let go of my arms.

I clear my throat. "But, I missed you, too."

She beams up at me and cups my face in her hands. "Did you sleep enough? Eat enough?"

"Yes."

"And did you do whatever it is that you needed to do?"

"I did."

"And you are okay?"

"I am."

"And the boys are okay?"

"They are."

"And-"

"I think that's all there is needed to know, sweetheart." Papa places his hands around mamma's waist and eases her a few steps away.

"But-"

"Come on." He starts to lead her along. "Let's get you that tea you wanted."

"Make sure to see your sister." My mother calls over her shoulder. "I'll make you something to eat!"

I shake my head on a laugh and pick up the bag I had placed on the bottom step before heading up.

I first take a shower and change. Then make my way to Lu's room, though I doubt she'll be up.

I open the door to a dark room dimly lit by a small pink lamp on her bedside table. Quietly, I walk over to the side of the bed and move the hair from her face, kissing her head. Then, I turn off the lamp and descend back down the stairs to the kitchen.

Big mistake.

Immediately, I cover my eyes and almost trip as I turn away. "Jesus fucking Christ."

Now, I get that they love each other and all that.

But there are just some things you don't do when your kids are at home.

"Luca!" My mother gasps and I hear some shuffling before my father clears his throat.

"You can turn around, son."

"No. I can't."

"Oh, come on."

"I'm being serious. I think I'm in shock. Or traumatised. Definitely traumatised." I shake my head, trying to physically erase the image from my head of my dad pinning my mother to the kitchen counter with his face in her neck and hand in her robe.

I need a fucking bucket.

"I doubt it was more trauma inducing than what you and the boys were up to." He points out.

"That. Is. Different." I find the courage to face my parents. "I am your child. What kind of parents do that when their children are in the house?"

"You were upstairs." Mamma fans herself.

I point an accusatory finger at her. "You said you were going to feed me."

She opens her mouth, then looks at the steak and seasonings she'd laid on the counter, then back at me. "I...I am your mamma. I don't need a reason for anything."

My father barely pays any attention now. Just stares at her. Infatuation practically oozing out of him.

"You're both a nightmare." I grumble, walking over to the sink to fill a glass of water.

"Hey. If it wasn't for this nightmare," papa gestures to him and mamma, "you wouldn't be alive."

"The horror." I down the liquid.

"Sit down." My mother instructs and I fill another glass, bringing it with me and setting it on the counter as I take a seat.

I watch her prepare my food and answer whatever questions they have for me in the meantime.

"Are you going to stay over at Della's house?" Mom asks me when I'm on my last bite.

I nod.

"Okay. Be good." She comes round and kisses my cheeks and forehead. "I love you."

My dad squeezes my shoulder and lowers his head to my ear. "Be careful."

I tut and shrug him off. He chuckles and ruffles my hair before taking my mother's hand and walking away.

I rise from my seat and head to the front entrance, rolling my eyes at the fading sounds of my parents.

It takes me around ten minutes or so to reach her house on foot and I enter the gate code to let myself in.

A minute later, I'm inside the house and another minute has me outside of her bedroom door.

I wrap my hand around the handle and slowly ease the door open.

The room is dark. She's sleeping.

I close the door and quietly walk to the closet. Removing my clothes and putting on a pair of pyjama bottoms. Then, I brush my teeth in her bathroom before finally nearing the edge of the bed.

She starts to stir, a pained whimper escaping her lips.

As gently as possible, I lift the covers and slide into the bed, moving closer to her until our bodies are only centimetres apart. I slowly curl my arm around her waist and place a soft kiss onto her neck. "I'm here." I whisper.

She's still asleep but she stops moving and relaxes. Releasing a sigh when I pull her back against me.

I close my eyes and breathe in her scent. Allowing deep sleep to take over for the first time in days.