*Luciano POV*
"You're not working there again," I said, my voice calm but firm, eyes locked on his trembling frame.
Eliot's head snapped up, fury flashing in those soft eyes. "You can't tell me what to do with my life. You don't *own* me, Luciano!"
I inhaled sharply, jaw clenched.
"You think that makes it okay? To control me like this?" His voice cracked, tears welling in his eyes. "Please... just leave me alone. You don't own me. I get to decide what I want with my life!"
His voice shook, and his tears finally fell.
And it *hurt*. God, it hurt more than I expected. Seeing him cry—because of me—twisted something in my chest. I had seen blood, screams, death... but this was different.
Still, I couldn't back down.
"I'm going to get you a phone," I said quietly, trying to keep my voice steady. "You'll call your boss and tell them you're resigning. After that, you're staying here—until I'm sure you can walk outside without someone trying to take you again."
He looked stunned, like he couldn't believe what he was hearing.
But I wasn't changing my mind.
"I don't even *know* you," he said, his voice soft but sharp, like a knife wrapped in silk.
I turned to face him fully, my eyes unwavering. "I don't repeat myself, Eliot."
With that, I finished dishing the food onto the plates, then walked over to where he sat perched on the edge of the cabinet—like he was ready to bolt. Without another word, I scooped him up effortlessly.
He gasped quietly, startled, but didn't resist.
I carried him to the dining table and gently set him down on the chair like he was something delicate. And maybe he was.
"Now eat," I said, fixing him with a smirk. "You're too skinny. You need food, kitty."
His cheeks flushed at the nickname, but he said nothing. He picked up his fork and started eating slowly, avoiding my gaze. I sat beside him and began eating too, the silence thick but not entirely uncomfortable.
But after minutes of watching him push his food around, barely taking bites, I lost my patience.
"Come here," I said, the command low and calm.
He froze, surprised, eyes darting up to meet mine.
Then slowly, cautiously, he stood and walked over to me.
I make him sit on my lap not caring about his shocked face. I started feeding him.
When he ate to my satisfaction I told him to sit while I carry the dish to the kitchen and I quickly wash it.
After that I went back to the dining room. He was lost in thought staring at nothing in particular." Come on kitty, follow me." I said while heading to the bedroom.
He obeyed without question, trailing behind me like the obedient kitten he was becoming. I led him to the bathroom, and I could feel his body tense the moment I opened the door and motioned for him to enter with me.
He hesitated at first, his eyes darting around the marble-tiled space, clearly unsure of what I had planned. I didn't say a word. I simply lifted him and sat him on the bathroom counter — the one in front of the large mirror, where people usually brush their teeth or fix their hair.
His legs dangled slightly from the edge, and I couldn't help but smirk at how small he looked sitting there. I widen his leg so I can stand in between it.
I love the shock look on his face, is making me want to shock him more.
Without a word, I handed him a *shaving stick* and a can of *shaving cream*.
"Shave my beard," I said calmly, my tone firm but not cold.
His eyes met mine with confusion. Shyness. And a spark of something else.
I leaned dangerously close to him, did I ever tell you he smell insanely good.
He swallowed hard and gave a small nod, reaching for the cream with slightly trembling hands.
I lean back a little but we are still close.
He apply the shaving cream gently sending a shivers down my spine, then he started shaving my beard while I stare at him intensely.
A while of staring contest ended when he talk" I'm done" I nodded while staring at myself in the mirror.
"So, I wanna take my bath now but I don't mind if you want to watch me too" I smile with my teeth out.
"I will go now," he quickly jumped down almost fractured his leg. I quickly hold him up.
"Careful kitty we don't want you breaking your legs, do we? Uhm how am I supposed to f*ck you in that sense.
He just push me off and run out. I smiled at his cuteness. I got back to doing my business.
A while later I step out with towel around my waistline. And there he was on the bed sitting down while his eye randomly check me out, I pay no attention to it but I know he couldn't close his mouth.
The moment I turn around he quickly turn his face to the other side while his chick burning red.
"You like what you see uhm," I smirked
"Can you stop being a pervert for once," he said irritated.
"The last time I checked kitty, this is my house I can decide to walk naked". I reply
"Then if tHiS is YOur HoUse then let me go back to mine so you can be free to walk..... naked", he said while playing with his hand.
I step closer to the bed caging him there
"Say that again and I"m going to f*ck you so hard you will not be able to walk for weeks, dare me kitty". He was lost of word at this moment and I love at am in control.
I stood up and went to the closet and pick my outfit for the day. I need to return back to the territory. I actually put my phone on do not disturb that's why am not bombard with calls since.
A doorbell interrupted my thoughts. What no body knows about this place.
I picked my gun and put Eliot in my hideout. I was ready to kill the person that invaded my space.
I checked through the hole and I saw the shock things of my life I quickly open the door to confirm what I saw.
And there she is standing while smiling widely... Lucy.