Lucca (Made Men #4)(4)

Looking at his abnormally large, black eyes, she was sure she was looking into the eyes of the devil.

The silver blade inched closer and closer to her right eye until it was mere centimeters from her pupil.

“Don’t blink.”

A tear welled up in her eye, making it even harder to keep her eye open. Her body began to tremble. She was going to blink.

“Don’t blink, little girl,” he warned her again.

The tear fell, and her eye started to close …

“Chloe!” Amo’s voice boomed.

A flicker of light entered her mind.

“This way, Chloe!” Amo pleaded.

Another flicker of light had her eyes shooting open.

Sitting up so abruptly made her feel lightheaded. The bed, along with the big room, was one she didn’t recognize, which made her heart pound like a drum in her ears. The last thing she remembered was pulling up to the airport, so close to her freedom. And then someone came up behind her, and she blacked out …

No! He’s got me, and no one knows I’m even here.

Chloe shakily stood from the bed, going over to the nightstand. She reached her hand out …

The devil will kill me this time. He promised he would.

Once she opened the expensive gold music box, the familiar lullaby began to play. It was then she realized that it couldn’t be hers.

Chloe stepped toward the huge window with a hitch in her breath. She slowly reached out to pull back the curtain.

No one will save me this time.

Pulling back the curtain, she held her breath as she was greeted with a beautiful garden, along with the white gazebo she had found herself under before with …

The door creaked open, and Chloe turned to meet the being behind the door.

“Hey, darlin’.”

The dark voice made her gasp for air. The blood in her veins slowly turned to ice, freezing her in place. Goose bumps began to trickle down her body from one look of those blue-green eyes. She tried to form a thought, her mouth even tried to form a word she wasn’t even capable of thinking, yet nothing came out. The only thing she was left with was simply watching Lucca enter the room, closing the door behind him.

Going over to the bedside table, she watched as Lucca ran his finger over the ornate box that was still playing the lullaby she had been only able to hear in her memories. He then slowly closed the lid, bringing silence to the room.

When he moved again, Chloe found herself still gasping for air as he took a seat in a chair that sat in the corner.

Moments seemed to pass under his unwavering gaze. He didn’t speak, seeming content to just sit there and watch her.

With the distance between them and the deafening silence getting to her, she tried again to find words. “H-How did I-I …?” Her voice trailed off, losing confidence when his eyes seemed to trail down her body.

“How did you get here?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

She slowly nodded.

“I brought you here.”

If he hadn’t said it so matter-of-factly, she would have thought she misheard him.

“W-Why?”

A matter-of-fact answer didn’t come out. Instead, you could see him thinking carefully about his next words. His eyes seemed to turn green while his words began to envelope her, his voice almost warm. “I brought you here … to save you.”

Chloe unconsciously wrapped her arms around herself, trying to keep the warmth from his voice, as she took one step toward him. “S-Save me from w-what?”

With one blink, Lucca’s eyes turned back to his strange shade of blue-green, making her feel like she imagined them turning green. The warmth in his voice seemed to have been in her imagination as well.

“To save you from making the mistake of leaving.”

What!

“Why would you do that? Why would you care?” Anger coursed through her. She had barely tasted freedom from this city, only for it to have been taken from her.

A smile touched his lips. “I guess you’ll just have to wait and see, darlin’.”

Her eyes went wide at his cynical tone. She quickly lost any confidence she had gained from her anger.

For a moment, she thought she had seen something different in him, but now she saw only the darkness in him. The smile on his face brought back the memory of the night he revealed his true self …

Crack.

The sound of broken bones greeted her ears as a baseball bat slammed down onto a limp body.

Snap.

Another flash of the bat making contact with the man’s leg, the man who lay practically lifeless on the floor.

He raised the bat once more, pausing only to look her in the eyes. An evil pair of blue-green eyes stared back at her, making her blood run cold. She watched his hands grip the neck of the bat with a force so intense she was positive it was going to shatter before the bat was brought down for its final time.

Crunch.

As she watched the man inhale the air around him, he looked crazed, his appearance disheveled. Then he slicked his overgrown hair back in place, and you could see the slight smile come to his lips …

Taking the small step back she had taken forward, she realized the true danger she was in.

“A-Are you going to h-hurt m-me?”

She saw something flash in his eyes, his smile disappearing.

As he got up from the chair, Chloe held her breath once more. Then, as he stalked toward her, she backed up as far as she could with each step he took toward her until her back met the wall.