A New Member

The instant he slammed the door aggressively, and could tell he was fucking pissed.

A maid passing by instantly scurried in another direction just to avoid the Master since the furious aura emanating from him was deadly.

For some seconds, his hand held onto the doorknob, while the disgust, rage, and disappointment coursed through his soul at a time.

“A family of fucking gold diggers, huh?” Luciano scoffed, then headed down the hallway.

It was the shortest one due to the few rooms it entailed before going down the staircase.

It was late at night.

Expectantly, married couples ought to be together in bed — having the greatest time of their lives, but Luciano would rather have a blow job by a leech than sleep with Annalise.

That night was a mistake — a shitty mistake that'll never happen again.

“Master Luciano, the Mistress stated Young Miss Lorene's stay at her penthouse for the night” A maid informed him, and he simply hardened his fists.

Why in hell's name was his mother forcing things?

“Fine. Where are the keys?”

The maid nervously gulped down emptiness but responded.

“Th-the Mistress is currently in possession of every key in the Manor and-”

“Bloody hell.” Luciano walked out of there before she could end her statement.

The Manor contained up to a hundred rooms, but Mrs. Rome left only the bedroom he'd been sharing with his wife open.

Perhaps she forgot to lock one more, and, unfortunately and quite infuriatingly, he couldn't use that one.

“I can't stay here.” Luciano now ascends the staircase leading to the bedroom.

Before he pushed back the doorknob of the room, inhaled.

His wish to meet her absence did come true, but where has she gone to?

“Where is she…?” Luciano questioned himself, and while advancing to the large bed, spotted her phone.

Taking it, and scanning his gorgeous blue eyes through the content, grew furious.

Wordlessly, he grabbed his car keys and then walked out of the room.

*••••••••*

If regret was a person then at that point, it'd be Annalise. Who knew that Seven was this… obsessed about her?

It was unhealthy!

The kiss lasted shortly since Annalise unhesitatingly bit him hard on the lower lips. Their lips separated and due to the pain, his grip on her loosened.

Annalise tried to make a run for it but once again, another wave of dizziness struck her like a thunderbolt.

Her legs wobbled, and she crashed straight to the dusty ground.

“I…feel like …!” her sentence was halfway before she puked right there on the spot, with Seven watching suspiciously.

Throughout his years of knowing Annalise, she barely threw up, despite how crucial the illness was. And being overly observant, the paleness of her palms and even eyes was different.

“Goddamn…! What's wrong with me?” Annalise felt thoroughly sick and strange with Seven gawking intently at her.

He remained noiseless and walked to her. Easily, Annalise was lifted from the ground and hoisted on his right shoulder.

“Se-Seven please.” weakly, Annalise begged, yet he remained unresponsive as he approached his car.

“You're mine, Anna. Do I need to spell it out for you?” A sick grin lingered on his lips while placing Annalise into the back seat of the car.

Seven locked the door, then went into the driver's seat. The engine was ignited easily, but before he could begin the drive, a sound was heard.

One made by a tyre whenever it got pierced by a nail or so.

“What the fuck…?” Seven uttered confusingly as another was heard.

Within a minute, the car was lowered and why?

“Who the fuck is piercing my damned tires!” Outraged, Seven shouted. Even Annalise too was perplexed.

Who could be responsible for this? Had someone come to… save her?

Her eyes roamed around the deserted street and, turning her head to the window, beheld the most magnificent pair of blue eyes ever to exit.

It belonged to…her husband!

“Where the fuck are you going, wifey?” Luciano questioned lowly in his usual cold voice, and for a second, her heart wasn't filled with hate for him.

However, Seven had also noticed Luciano.

“You're the bastard that's trying to take away Anna from me, huh?” The instant he stepped out of the car, a bullet went straight into his left foot.

“Fuck!” Seven cried out in pain, while Luciano gaped blankly at him — a silent revolver was in his possession.

Still crying in pain, the sounds of police sirens were heard, and Seven's heart skipped a beat. He had called the cops on him?

He tried to run, and standing there, coolly, Luciano shot him again — this time in his left thigh.

Seven crashed to the ground in hellish pain when the footsteps of numerous policemen were heard.

“Mr. Seven, you're under arrest for the attempted abduction of Mrs. Annalise Rome.” While being apprehended, Luciano went ahead to break the car's door handle and retrieve his wife.

Shockingly, Annalise was unconscious.

She was carried as a bride in his arms, then glanced at Seven who was already in cuffs glaring hatefully at them.

“She was yours — she's my wife now” Plainly, Luciano stated, then walked out of there while Seven got taken into a police car.

“This isn't over — I swear it!”

~•••••~

The bright rays of sunshine seeping into the room signified that it was morning, and parting her eyes, realized she was in their bedroom.

Her wrists were no longer bonded with handcuffs, and reliving yesterday's occurrence in her head sighed.

Who knew Seven was that… dangerous?

If her husband, who she unfortunately hates, then who knew what'd have happened to Annalise?

“Should I thank him?” Seating upright on the bed, she flinched in shock at the presence of a doctor and… Luciano.

In a white long-sleeved shirt, he genuinely was mesmerizing, but as the doctor left, he glared at her with burning rage in his eyes.

Assumingly he was pissed at her for causing him so much trouble yesterday.

“Look, Mr. Luciano, I'm sorry for-”

“Are you fucking with me, Mrs. Luciano? You're pregnant!?”