There was something about seeing Baby again, inhaling her sweet, familiar scent and feeling her body cocooned around his own, that awakened something buried deep inside of Luca. He’d gone an entire month without her, and in her absence, Luca had started to realize just how much of his daily life was made up of Baby Doefoot. It had driven him crazy, haunting the halls of The Inferno and thinking about her graceful wings fluttering through the corridors as she skipped from one room to the other, teasing Luca with that coy smile and her long, mink-like lashes. Neither of them were monogamous, not in the slightest, but he hadn’t realized just how much of a constant Baby was in his life until she’d been taken from him. She was still his, no matter how many men she fucked or how many women he was balls deep inside of. The fucking rats at the coalition had nearly torn that from him.
When he found the bastard responsible for imprisoning his delicate baby bird, he was going to burn him alive.
She was…terrified. It was clear on her face and evident in the bruises and fresh wounds that marred her perfect skin. She was terrified that someone–a man, a monster, she dubbed him–was going to come and find and kill them both. The urge to spin around in his tracks and hunt down the creature who had stricken such fear into the heart of his lover pulsated inside of him, threatening to overwhelm his senses and self-control. He wanted to demand she name the bastard for him so that Luca would know which name he was meant to utter as he peeled the fuck’s face off and gouged his eyes out, but…now was not the time. Because Luca would be back and he would find the man responsible for torturing Baby to the brink of madness. Come Hell or high water, the bastard would suffer.
And Luca, in his sick and twisted delight, would get a thrill in every single bone he snapped and body part he mutilated.
Instead, however, he gruffed as he carried her out into the cold night. Something stung when she mentioned Rosalia being trapped somewhere inside the compound, and he tried not to wince as his gaze flickered down to hers. For all he knew, Rosalia could have escaped on her own, but…what were the odds? He’d searched for her when he’d come down here, but hadn’t seen her. And now, well…now, it was too late. He couldn’t risk going back inside with Baby in his arms, and the shouts coming from guards echoed closer and closer as he made his way into the brisk spring evening. He tightened his hold on Baby, glancing back once more as he finally answered her statement.
“I’m not sure where Rosalia is, to be honest; I’ve been kind of a one man mission about this entire thing,” he admitted, adjusting his grip to make sure she was snug securely against his frame. “I didn’t see her when I went down to look for you or on the surface levels, so I’d say it’s a safe bet to assume she made her way out with the others. She’s a tough bitch. A slutty bitch, sure, but a tough one, too. if anyone can scrap her way out of a fight with a bunch of mutts and humans, it’d be Rosalia.”
Luca had spread his great, dark wings and had just propelled off the ground and into the night, Baby clutched around his person, when she told him she loved him. It was enough to nearly make him falter, and he pumped his wings harder as he shot them both into the night. There was a chorus of shouts and orders from below as guards spilled out onto the grass surrounding the compound, and Luca knew he had mere moments before they gathered guns and started trying to shoot them both out of the sky. He angled forward, cradling her body against his own as he moved through the air and away from the coalition prison, her words ringing in his ears all the while. I love you. I love you, and I didn’t tell them anything.
Luca wasn’t deserving of anyone’s love; this was something he knew about himself, right down to his core. His father hadn’t held any desire or love for him; neither had the foster families who’d attempted to take him in over the years. The government paid little mind to him when he was a child, being shuffled around to different workhouses and orphanages. In his long, long time as an immortal, Luca couldn’t recall if anyone ever had loved him. It had never been particularly important to him; how could you miss something you’d never had? But Baby…loved him. She’d had a month to think about it, after all, hadn’t she? So why did he find himself unable to talk, to think, to breathe in that moment? His body moved mechanically as he flew through the sky, but something deep inside of his heart thudded painfully against his chest as he absorbed her words. He–well, he felt something for her, didn’t he? It was strong and potent; something Luca found he couldn’t live without for very long. He cared for her, as surprised as he was to admit it, but it wasn’t enough to say you cared for someone. And after all of these years of meaningless sex and willing isolation, Luca wasn’t sure he had it in him to tell anyone he cared about them. But she–she had to know, surely. She received better treatment and more attention from him than any other woman at the club or beyond. She must know the way he looked at her? The way he touched her, and how possessive and territorial it was? A part of them would always belong to the other, even if Luca couldn’t manage to say the words aloud.
She was like…the sun. And if he wasn’t careful enough, he’d crash directly into her.
“I know…I know,” Luca said at last, his voice hoarse and thick with a strange concoction of emotions as he tore through the night sky, blazing like a comet from Hell. “You’ve always been good for me. My precious, soft, sweet little baby girl. Rest, kitten, daddy’s here now. And he’s going to take care of you.”
The flight was not tedious, per se–he’d carried Baby many times before and had flown long distances in the past–but it weighed heavy on his conscience to know how little she regarded her own self-worth…and how highly she regarded his. When the fuck had Luca D’Amore started caring about someone’s self-esteem?! He’d ravaged entire cities and had acted with reckless abandon and without thought or care for centuries–why had a small girl with wings the color of snow and eyes bright as constellations stolen his breath away? Troublesome thoughts brewed in the back of Luca’s mind as he flew them towards their destination: a discreet hotel in a nearby city, under an assumed name he’d booked under days prior. He flew in with glamours, taking a private lift in the back to the room he’d had reserved for the both of them, and nearly kicked the door in as he moved Baby inside the room with him. A large, plush king-sized bed stretched before them in the main room of the suite, and he carried Baby inside and laid her down against the soft, down sheets.
“I have clothes for you, but don’t even bother putting them on right now,” he demanded, crossing over to the bathroom where he snatched a towel and cleaned himself off. Gone were the soft, sweet whispers of Italian he’d given to her in the dank cell of the coalition’s prison. In replacement were the domineering traits of his inner alpha springing out. He was her dom, and she was his baby girl. She was…everything to him, he was beginning to realize. Luca’s wings quivered with anger as he recounted the way she’d been treated. The bruises, the scars, the marks…his beautiful swan had been brutalized. “You’re going to eat, first of all, because they let you fucking starve in there.” He began to rip at his clothes, tugging them off angrily and letting them pool on the floor of the adjoining bathroom. “And you aren’t going to wear any fucking clothes tonight because you need to let your skin heal. Which is perfect, really, because when I annihilate every single man who laid his hands on you this past month, I’ll have the fresh images of your sweet body in my head. And another fucking thing–” he continued, stepping out of the bathroom and into the room once more. He was completely bare, his cock jutting proudly between his muscular thighs, and Luca felt the world stop.
There she was, on the bed, his sweet little baby girl. Battered and bruised, but all spread out so sweetly for him. And as Luca’s eyes met Baby’s across the dimly lit hotel room, with the city lights of Amsterdam blazing just outside the window, the fallen angel felt something shift into place inside of him.
He took a step towards her, knowing his entire world was careening towards its climax.
Baby felt something sink deep into her stomach as Luca informed her that he hadn’t seen Rosalia anywhere inside of the compound he had invaded; for all they knew, that meant that she had managed to escape all on her own, but the young dancer could do little more than hope that was the case without any evidence to prove as much. Luca was right, though - Rosalia was strong, stubborn, and independent, and even if she hadn’t already found her way out of the underground cells, then Baby would insist on a team being deployed first thing in the morning now that Luca finally knew where the prisoners were being held and how to get to them. Rosalia was family, and Baby couldn’t handle the thought of her being tortured and interrogated for even a moment longer; no, as soon as she was able to, she would tell Raphael all about what General Demir had done to her behind bars, and with the combined power of both Luca and her older brother, Baby just knew that there wouldn’t even be enough left of her tormentor to cremate, let alone bury somewhere in an unmarked grave. Yadriel was - a monster, and she would bear both the physical scars on her body and the ones that had been left upon her already fragile, already damaged psyche for years to come.
For now, though, there was nothing more that she could do aside from allow Luca to cradle her in his big, strong arms and fly them across the city, far away from the underground compound and hopefully somewhere closer to home. She didn’t want to return to The Inferno just yet, not in the terrible state that she was in, but she already knew that she didn’t need to tell Luca as much. He...he knew her better than anyone else in the entire world; he didn’t need her to explain to him that she wasn’t ready to face Raphael and Jane just yet. Seeing her like this, battered and bruised and half-starved, it would tear them apart to their very core, and it was in Baby’s nature to put their emotional well-being high, high up above her own. And...she wanted to be alone with Luca tonight; she needed to reunite with him properly, and nobody else would understand the way that she so desperately needed to be treated and cared for after all that she had endured.
He didn’t tell her that he loved her back, but Baby didn’t need him to - nor had she expected to hear it from him in the first place. She’d professed her love to him a handful of times in the past, and not once had he returned it in kind, but all that mattered to the lithe blonde was that he was made aware of her feelings and how ardently she cared for him. She...she wanted him to know that he was loved, and even if he wasn’t ever able to feel the same way about her, then Baby would, at the very least, feel relieved in knowing that he knew that her heart belonged to him. It was easy enough to merely curl up in the reassuring warmth of his embrace as he took to the sky and flew them away from the prison she had been trapped inside of for the last month; the nighttime air was frigid and cold on her sensitive, exposed skin, but the heat of Luca’s strong and powerful body was more than enough for her to focus on to get by. He had a destination in planned, and Baby was relieved - but not surprised - when she realized that it was a luxury hotel and not The Inferno. Later on, perhaps in the next day or two, she would bring herself to return home to Jane and Raphael, but for now, her aching, torn-apart body desperately needed rest.
He brought them in through the back entrance, and Baby remained weak and pliant in Luca’s arms as he carried her into the room that he had reserved for them. She could barely keep her eyes open, as drained and malnourished as she was, but she refused to drift off into unconsciousness; a part of her was still terrified that, if she allowed herself to fall asleep, she’d wake up to find that her entire rescue had been little more than yet another fever-dream. Instead, she let out a soft, grateful little mewling sound as Luca laid her down gently on the plush, California king-sized bed; it was the most comfortable thing that she had laid on in weeks, and her sore, aching muscles all but sang with relief as she sunk into its pleasant cushiness. Luca stood up, then, and Baby peeped out a tiny sound of protest as he stepped away from her in favor of heading over to the en-suite bathroom; she could hear him cursing angrily, and she found herself flinching when he told her that the first thing she was going to do was eat.
If there was anyone in the entire world that she’d willingly eat for, it was him - nobody else.
“Food sounds...okay right now, ” she said softly, tentatively, and her dark-blonde brows furrowed together when she realized that he was undressing, as well as informing her that he didn’t want her to wear anything either. She was practically naked as she was, just barely-covered in the tattered remains of the clothes that Yadriel tore apart on a regular basis, but if her daddy wanted her bare, then - so be it. With trembling fingers, Baby shakily shrugged out of the shredded blouse and skirt she had been given to wear, and she was beyond grateful for the bath she had taken shortly before Luca’s arrival - the humiliating bath that she had been forced to endure - because aside from a bit of blood from being held in her daddy’s arms not long after he’d killed a half-dozen men, she was...clean. Soft, clean, and smelling sweetly of warm vanilla amber.
Shakily, she laid back down on the bed, her arms outstretched above her head as she focused on steadying her breathing; the entire world seemed to spin around her, and she could only just barely make out the sounds of Luca’s furious ramblings. He was - livid, of course, with the men that had taken her, with the men that had harmed her, but all that she wanted from him right now was to come back to bed and show her exactly who she belonged to. Eating could wait. Sleep could wait. Tending to her numerous injuries could wait. All that she needed to survive was him.
Mid-sentence, Luca came back into the room, and - despite the countless times she had seen him naked in the past - was awe-struck by the sight of him now. There he was, bare from head to toe in all of his broad-shouldered and muscular glory, his raven-black wings akimbo and every inch of his powerful frame seemingly vibrating with rage. It all came to a halt when he spotted her on the bed for him, spread out so sweetly on her back without a stitch of clothing to be found, and for a moment, it was all that they could do to look at each other from across the room. He was Lucifer himself, proud and vengeful and in possession of a dark, cruel form of beauty; he was the Hades to her Persephone, the leader of the Underworld that she’d worshipfully follow into the abyss time after time. “God, daddy,” Baby breathed out, then, and there was a sudden surge of energy rioting through her slender little frame; in an instant, she was standing up from the luxurious bed he had laid her down in, and her wings fluttered tremulously as she crossed the room towards Luca. “I missed you so - so fucking much; I thought about you every day.”
Helplessly, Baby was gravitating towards him; he was the sun that she willingly orbited around, and all roads would always lead back to him. There were still tears present in her warm brown eyes, and despite the amount of times that she had undressed for him in the past, she felt more vulnerable than ever standing before him now; her fluffy white wings drooped a little uncertainly, and she wondered if he would still find anything to desire in her bruised, banged-up little body. “You have to fuck me,” she whimpered then, as her trembling hands ran up along from the broad span of his chest to his shoulders, and then finally to clutch onto either side of his face as she tilted her own head to look up at him desperately. “Please. Before we do anything else. I need you inside of me, Luca, because I won’t feel anywhere close to whole again without my daddy’s thick, perfect cock buried so deep in my cunt that I’ll be able to feel it for days.” She sniffled shakily, standing on the tips of her toes to nuzzle her nose fretfully against his; she was afraid to kiss him...begging him to fuck her was one thing, but what if he didn’t want her when she wasn’t the glamorous, sultry little sex kitten he’d claimed as his own all the way back on her sixteenth birthday? What if this damaged, torn-apart version of herself just...wasn’t enough?
“I’ll do anything you want,” she continued breathlessly, dizzy and delirious from both her current state of weakness as well as their proximity, and she kept one hand cradling his strong jaw as the other slid down between the press of their bodies; she didn’t stop until she found his cock, and she wrapped her dainty fingers along the thick, swollen shaft of it so that she could stroke slowly up and down his length. “Anything for you to fuck me, daddy. Just say the word and it’s yours.”
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