Luciano

7:56 rolls around, and I wait.

Just as I suspected, she comes in a minute later, her satin robe clinging to her.

She doesn't look my way, just... Sprawls on the bed, waiting.

Somehow, that hurts me, but I ignore it.

Her eyes are trained to ceiling and I almost want to shout for her to look at me; to let me see those grey eyes.

I don't.

I just slink over to her, crawling over her body, laying kisses down her neck.

She doesn't moan like she usually does, but I just frown; dismiss it.

Gingerly, I peel back her robe, her gorgeous ivory skin on display for me.

I trace her body with my lips, kissing every inch of her.

Still, she's silent.

I dismiss it.

Maybe she's not in mood for foreplay right now.

So I line us up, thrust into her, joining us perfectly.

I'm watching her, she's staring blankly at the ceiling. Like she was just alone in bed thinking.

"Give me your eyes," I demand, and she does.

Big grey eyes stare at me lifelessly, making me fly away from her body as if it were on fire.

She hates me sometimes; most times in fact, but she's never like this when we make love, never.

She's never unresponsive, she hates me but she loves my dick I know that.

So what is this?

"Are you done?" She asks me, her voice blank.

Something's wrong.

I can fix it, I'm sure.

I approach her again, ease her back, kiss her.

Nothing.

It's driving me mad.

"What's wrong with you?" I breathlessly ask.

"Nothing. I was on time wasn't I?"

On time? What?

"What are you talking about? I'm not talking about that. Why are you laying there, what's wrong with you?"

"Can you just fuck me? I'm really tired?"

"Don't say that! I don't fuck you, I make love to you."

"Look, I showed up. I'm here, what's the problem? If you're done, I wanna go back to bed."

She says this as if I were a job. Like I'm a mandatory requirement.

"If I'm done? Why are you acting like this is a job?"

"It is, isn't it?"

I blank out. I just stare her, her emotionless grey eyes, more dead than alive.

Then I play it back.

It is, isn't it?

"Just go," I sigh.

I hear her shuffle off my bed, closing the door behind her.

It is, isn't it?

I bite my lip, my eyes closing.

It is, isn't it?

Those words won't stop echoing in my head.

I guess it is. It's what I tell her all the time; that she's my whore and she's here when I want her.

She comes when I call, doesn't mean she has to like it.

I just...

I just I want her want to me, I don't want her come here just because I told her to.

I want her to kiss me with those soft lips, to look at me with her grey eyes, to say my name.

I want her to want me like I want her. I don't want a doll that lays there waiting for me finish so she can go about her life.

I want my Kitty. But I guess I never had a Kitty at all, did I?

Maybe if I hadn't treated her like a employee I wouldn't be a job.

This shit is really bothering me.

I mean we just made this love this morning, hell she begged me fūck her.

What happened from then to now?

Then you gave her a piece of you, now you summoned her like a common whore.

The past couple weeks replay in my mind.

How many times did I call her a whore? How many times did I put her down?

And I expect what?

Passionate love?

Now that I think of it, I never really kissed her when we fucked; I made sure I didn't.

I tried not to look her in the eye.

It's a wonder she doesn't cringe from my touch, but I'm sure that'll be soon.

Have I ever done anything with her besides fuck her?

Not really. How many conversations did we have?

How many of those ended with me calling her a name?

My feelings have changed, my actions have not.

The file in my drawer sings to me. After her home got wrecked, I asked my PI to do some digging.

I never did look at it.

Now, desperate to know anything about her, but knowing I can't full well just strike up a casual conversation, I open it.

Her mother is prison for abuse, neglect, soliciting a minor-

Soliciting a minor?

As in, child prostitution?

Bravo, you piece of shit! Fucking round of applause! Luciano, man of the year everyone!

For once, I don't even try to dispute the mocking voice in my head.

I keep reading, because surely it's get better,

Attempted murder, and several counts of felony assault.

It was reported that 15 year old Savannah Helms was taken into state custody after complaints of abuse and maltreatment from neighbors over the span of ten years.

During the trial of Fiona Poler, Savannah testified to psychological, physical, mental and sexual abuse, including but not limited to; starvation, poison, repeated rape as a payment for debts-

I closed the file.

I never want to see that file again.

I don't think I want to look in the mirror, ever again.

I am Luciano Vitale, ruler of Chicago, merciless.

I hesitate to kill no one, and no one is indispensable to me.

I have no regrets, except one:

I regret the way I treated Savannah Helms. I regret breaking her when she was already broken.