radicalducati 2.13
2.13
Angelina’s POV
His home was breath taking. We entered through the iron gates; which were guarded by three armed men. I still didn’t understand what these people do for a living to have all those men, power, and weapons. All I knew was that their town was on the border between America and Canada and that Lucas was the leader here.
Leader of what exactly? I have no idea.
The driver said that we weren’t passing through his town but taking another route that was right next to it.
But he was obviously waiting for us, expecting us even.
How did he know we were going to be there?
We got out of the car and I couldn’t help myself as I gazed at the beauty of his house.
It was a huge, two story house built with a design that suited its location perfectly. The rock formation which the house was built with, made it appear as if it was within one of the Alaskan mountains that was turned into an elegant modern home.
There was a smaller, also rock built, house right next to it which probably served as a penthouse or something, it was also mesmerizing in its own way. I have a thing for small cozy houses after all.
I tore my gaze away from admiring the place when I caught Lucas’s eyes on me, catching me ogling it.
“Come on, let me introduce you to my mom and sister, my mom is a retired nurse, she will tend to your wrists to keep them from getting infected, and my sister can provide warmer clothes for you” he said firmly as he led me towards the entrance.
We crossed the front yard which was equally beautiful with the white snow covering most of it, the rock walkway we were walking on, and the alluring smell of the various flowers scattered all around it. There were also garden chairs decorating the far corner but I guess no one sits there during the harsh cold weather.
David and the other guy were walking behind me and I tried to keep my eyes from darting backwards in paranoia.
Lucas rang the doorbell and we waited for a few seconds until an old blonde woman opened the door for us with a small warm smile on her face “Welcome home” she addressed the men and when her eyes caught sight of me, I saw a flicker of confusion on her face.
She stepped aside to let us in while Lucas said warmly “Thanks Sara, where are mom and April?”
“In the living room” she said firmly.
I followed Lucas inside the house and was thankful for the very warm atmosphere as my teeth were chattering at this point.
We rounded the corner and came into what must be the living room.
Everyone walked inside while I remained glued to the entrance, not sure what I was stepping into exactly.
My eyes fell on two women sitting on one of the long couches.
They looked up at our appearances and immediately, their eyes landed on me in a confused look.
The older woman had a small resemblance to Lucas and I concluded right then that she must be his mother. She had the same blonde hair and light brown eyes, she seemed to be in her forties. The girl who must be his sister, April, looked to be my age. She had dark, straight, long hair and light grey eyes.
Lucas went over to his mother, bent down, and kissed her gently on her forehead, a gesture that completely shocked me to my core. Then he proceeded to ruffle his sister’s hair playfully as she swatted his hand away with a smile on her lips.
He turned to me and said casually “Mom, April this is Hope, she’s going to be staying with us for a few days until she gets her stuff sorted out. Can we prepare the guest room for her? She really needs to shower and have some rest”
April and her mom were giving me curious looks and when her mom’s eyes landed on my wrists, she stifled a gasp of shock and automatically started walking over to me as she said in fright “Oh my goodness! What happened to your wrists dear?”
Her genuine concern brought a lump to my throat and tears to my eyes. She reminded me of mom so much at that moment that I couldn’t speak right away.
I had my arms wrapped around myself tightly and looked at her as she very carefully held them and inspected them with a look of pain and concern on her face.
When I didn’t say anything, Lucas spoke on my behalf in a smug voice “She was handcuffed by Zade’s men before I intercepted their small smuggling operation”
At the mention of Zade, his mom went rigid and turned her back to me to look at him “What are you talking about Lucas? They tried to go through our borders? What the hell for?” she asked warily.
He gave me a sly, evil smile before he said casually “No, not past our borders, they were sneaking through the mountain between Snow and Alcan to avoid being caught by us. They were going to smuggle his virgin prostitute before we ruined his little joy and killed his men”
His mom turned to me sharply while my eyes remained pinned on Lucas’s stupid, smug face, with a murderous glare and a wish for earth to open up right now and swallow me whole.
He so meant to expose me in front of them like that and he fucking enjoyed it.
While I, I was turning into a ripe red tomato with shame, and complete humiliation at not being able to deny or contradict his hurtful words.
One of these four days, I’m going to fucking knee that bastard in the groin and wipe that damn smug off his face indefinitely.
He could kill me afterwards, I don’t give a damn as long as I hurt him tremendously for humiliating the hell out of me like that.
He raised one eye brow at me, silently daring me to deny his claims, but I remained quiet. Quiet and burning with embarrassment in front of his mom’s and sister’s inspecting gazes at me.
I looked down to the ground while my stupid tears fell down against my will.
His mom cleared her throat and said firmly “Sara, go prepare the guest room and make sure you put clean towels in the bathroom. April, go get… Hope some new warm clothes from your closet and place them inside the room please”
I couldn’t help but notice the little edge to her tone, which wasn’t there before.
The women moved to do as they were told while the men left us alone, well except for Lucas who sat down on the couch quite comfortably, and rudely like he didn’t do a damn thing.
“Come here, have a seat while I go get the first aid kit to sanitize and bandage your wounds” she said a little softly as she motioned towards the couch near the lit fireplace.
Rigidly, I sat on that couch and wiped my tears away with my shaky hands as she disappeared out of the room.
I ignored the bastard to the best of my ability, but of course he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to rattle me further as he said curiously “What’s wrong Hope, was it something I said?”
Stop calling me Hope for the love of anything holy!
I wanted to scream at him.
Instead, my eyes stared at him hard, telling him to fuck off while he continued to give me that half smile, completely giddy at pressing on my nerves.
His mom returned after a minute carrying a small white box and sat at the coffee table facing me.
She put the box on her lap and started rummaging through its contents.
She worked on my injuries professionally and tenderly, without causing me any pain, then she wrapped white bandages around them to cover them up.
She was silent the entire time, focused completely on attending to me.
“Are you in pain, do you want me to give you some pain killers?” she asked me softly.
Can pain killers heal my shattered heart, my broken soul, and my dead spirit?
I wanted to ask her.