BOOK

1. fejezet

MINE

Lucca sat at the desk in his home office, running his hands through his hair and trying to take deep breaths. The image of her had yet to leave his mind. His fingers still itched to trace her gorgeous markings. He wanted her, regardless of her age, and nothing is going to stop me. He had very seldom wanted anything in his life. The first had been becoming a made man, and the second had been becoming the underboss. Both things he had accomplished at a very young age. Being just twenty-six years old, he was the youngest underboss in the history of the Caruso family, and had become made at the age of seventeen, which was also the youngest anyone in the family had ever been made. What he had done to become made was something that would send most grown men to the psych ward, but not Lucca.

Lucca was born with a dark side. He had realized at a young age he wasn’t like

the rest of the world. The only emotions he ever felt were when he caused pain. At

first, it didn’t take much, just simply pinching another kid until he cried. It brought

him joy and contentment. Slowly through the years, though, he needed more and

more to bring those feelings back. Now, twenty-six years later, he was a full-blown

monster, craving nothing but blood and chaos.

Turning on his computer, he searched the Internet, putting in the name that

called to him. When an image of her popped up, his heart began to hum in his

chest. It was a picture of a much younger her; the scars much fresher, bright red

and unlike the faint pink he had seen today. To put it simply, they looked gruesome

on her perfect porcelain face.

Zooming in, he gripped the mouse tighter, seething with pure anger. He knew

all too well they were caused by a knife. The cuts were clean and precise, at a

calculated depth to cause immense pain in those sensitive areas, and to scar her for

life. Whoever the fuck touched her better be dead.

Going back to the search, he looked for who had marked her, but the only thing

that came up was a car wreck from three years ago. Reading the old newspaper

article, he found out that her father, Maxwell Masters, was the one behind the

wheel that night, and that her scars were blamed on the windshield glass breaking

and hitting her in the face. Bullshit.