Luca’s Inferno by Karima Sa’ad Usman

09 Damsel In Distress Luca. Emma’s scent had stayed with me since the day I kissed her at Alpha Gibson’s doorstep. Although I had

done it to save her from the embarrassment, it had stuck with me.

She was sweet and helpful when I met her. She tried to strike up a conversation with me all through the

bus ride, but I was undercover and needed to be inconspicuous. That was why I ignored her, but she

was amusing. How she kept staring at me when she thought I wasn’t looking was intriguing. She would

often look away so I wouldn’t catch her staring. As much as I wanted to get up and sit elsewhere, her

scent filled my senses and gave me a calming peace. She seemed a bit timid and reserved, and I figured

her Omega nature was the cause of it. From how we interacted, I noticed she tried to conquer that side

of her and be daring once in a while. She was full of life and highly optimistic. The Emma I saw now is

the complete opposite of the one I met on the bus.

What must have happened that landed her into slavery? I knew Marcelo did not treat his slaves so kindly.

Seeing the collar around her delicate neck made my blood boil. Did he have to degrade everyone just

because he could? Whatever the girl might have done, she did not deserve this type of treatment. It was

inhumane and babaric. I could see the fear in her eyes. Her eyes looked haunted. The joy in them was

dead. I saw her just a little over four months ago. What happened? “Why is she here?” I asked Marcelo,

and he hissed at her while she stepped away to stand in the corner waiting for her next order.

“Her father gambled their future away. He is owing a lot of money and can’t pay, so I decided his entire

family would work to pay me back,” Marcelo said and laughed.

“Why will you enslave an entire family for one man’s crimes? Why did you not just take the father?” I

asked him, angry at his reasons. The girl was innocent and did not deserve this.

“Omega servers are hard to come by, and they are the best for this type of work. Besides, if the father

worked for me all his life, he wouldn’t have been able to pay me back.” He said, and I was mad.

“And who determines how much their monthly wage is?” I asked him, and he frowned at me.

“Please, Don Luca, how I choose to run my business is none of your business.” He said politely with a

smile, trying not to offend. “When you unlawfully enslave an entire family from a territory under my

protection, it becomes my business, Marcelo,” I told him fiercely. He looked at me to see if I was serious,

then finally spoke. “Well, this girl pissed off the wrong people, and I have been given permission to hold

her and her family here for as long as I can.” He said, and I frowned at him. “Who did she piss off?” I

asked. “The wife of the next alpha. The current alpha’s daughter. Although the husband, whom I suspect

is the cause of it, has been trying to pay her debt and buy her and her family out. I have been ordered

not to allow it. I did not have to do much. Her father was offered an opportunity to gamble out of the bind

and took it. Unfortunately, the guy was unlucky and

ended up sinking them into more debt. When we told the future alpha how much the new bill was, he

bailed, asking to pay for only her, but between us, I will never release her to him. She is pretty,” he said,

laughing. He took a gulp of his drink, and I became pissed. “How much are they owing you?” I asked

him, and he stopped laughing.

“This is none of your business, Luca; please let it go. They are just omegas, bloody slaves,” he said, and

my rage started building up. He could see it and averted his gaze quickly. “Two million four hundred

thousand Leer,” he told me, and I wondered how stupid Emma’s father was. How could he have owed

that much? How was he planning to pay? Her father was a foolish man.

“I will pay you that money. Let them go,” I said.

I heard Emma exhale, and I looked at her. It was as if she had been holding her breath all along. Tears

streamed down her face uncontrollably, and she knelt down immediately to thank me. She looked

thankful and relieved.

“I can’t accept that,” Marcelo said, and I frowned at him.

“As I said, Omega servants are the best and hard to come by. I can’t let them go. Once Tomas is tired of

trying, he will give up. I will move them to the pleasure section, where they will make me a lot of money.

This is a trivial matter. Please do not concern yourself with it. As you can see, she is cared for,” he said. I

got angry.

“Do not force my hand, Marcelo,” I warned him, and he averted his gaze with respect.

“They aren’t your family, Don Luca. You can’t pay their debt, or have you forgotten the rules? I respect

you because of my dealings with your father. You are still young, you will meet a lot of them. Let her go,”

he asked me, and I understood his angle. It was valid. Debts can only be paid by family members. Which

was why he had the right to enslave Emma’s entire family.

It would be easy to let it go and walk away, but looking at her, I knew I would not forgive myself if I left her

to rot. I had always said the world would be a better place filled with good people; Emma was a good

person. She went out of her way the first day we met. Even though I was a snub, and taking me there

would bring her shame and disgrace, she still helped me without knowing who I was or asking for

anything in return. She didn’t make a pass at me or try to take advantage of me. Seeing how dead her

eyes were, I could not let them remain like that. If I let it go, Marcelo would never let them go, so she and

her family would rot here.

“I want to speak to her privately,” I said, and Marcelo smiled. He knew he had no choice but to grant my

request. Crossing me would be bad for him.

“I could give you a room if you like. I am sure Tomas would not mind. It would be an honour for both of

them,” he said, and I felt disgusted. I could never use a woman like that, especially one broken and

defeated like Emma.

We were led to a room, and she stood in the corner, afraid. “Do not worry. I am not planning on sleeping

with you, Emma. I don’t do that. I just wanted you to tell me what really happened and how many of your

family members are in here.” I said, and she looked at me and nodded. “I got home from work, and they

took us away, saying my father defaulted on his payment, and we have to work to pay up the debt.” She

said in simple words, and I nodded, realising Marcelo did not lie to me.

“Tomas?” I asked, and she shook her head.

He said if I agreed to be his mistress, he would help us. He has been able to stop them from sending us

to the pleasure house. I am grateful for it.” She said with pain in her eyes. It was clear she did not like his

offer but was playing along because of her predicament. It seemed like the guy was taking advantage of

the situation, and I did not like that. “Okay, I have a proposition for you, Emma,” I said, and she looked at

me curiously.

“How will you feel if I give you a one-year marriage contract?” I said, and she gasped with shock. I raised

my palms to calm her down.

“I won’t touch or do anything intimate with you for this duration. It is the only way I can get you and your

family out of here. That way, you will be related

ut of here. That way, you will be related to me, and your father’s debt will become mine. I am a very

important man, Emma, so you will not be allowed to fool around with your boyfriend for this duration. If

you are okay, I will call my lawyer to have a contract drafted and a wedding certificate prepared for you to

sign.” I said, and she looked stunned.

“Will I have to live with you?” She asked me. “Yes, for one year, you will have to live with me,” I said to

her, and she did not overthink it and nodded. Her eyes were dead, and I couldn’t blame her. She must

have been through a lot in Marcelo’s hell.

“Very well then, let us shake on it,” I said to her and stretched my hand forward. She took my hand, and I

bowed, brought her hand to my lips, and kissed it. I wanted her to relax a bit. She was a bit tense.

Finding I was a mob boss must have contributed to her weariness.

“I promise I will let you go when the time comes. No strings attached,” I told her, and she smiled gently,

but it didn’t touch her eyes. We returned to where Marcelo was, and she went to stand at the corner by

the wall. Marcelo examined me with his eyes while the other girl gave him a blowjob.

“Here I was thinking you were getting some. Or was she not to your liking? Or was she so damn sweet

you came too quickly? He said, laughing and groaning at the same time, grabbing the hair of the chick

that was attending to his cock. “No, I proposed, and she accepted,” I said with a smile and raised a drink

at him. The girl attending to him gagged. “What!” he exclaimed, stopping the girl from doing what she

was doing. He quickly tucked this cock in, and anger registered on his face.

“You can’t do that. That is cheating. I had her first,” he said, and I shook my head.

“No, I had her first,” I replied to him. “I met her three months ago in Celio, and she took me to Alpha

Gibson’s house. I wanted to court her then, but she was nowhere to be found. Now fate has brought her

my way; I do not intend to let go.” I said, and he looked at Emma scornfully. She looked down, and I

noticed she was nervous. “She is an Omega, for fuck sake; tone down the anger,” I warned him because

I could see how uneasy Emma was. “What is with you that makes every man lose their head over you?”

He asked Emma, and she remained mute, eyes trained on the floor.

“You pay me four million, and she is yours. I own her, so you have to pay her bride price to me. ” He said

to me, smiling. He was trying to make her expensive, so I would walk away, and he would get to keep

her, just as he did to Tomas. But I wasn’t Tomas. I am Luca. The head of the Alessandro household, the

Alpha of alphas and the boss of the Mafia. I do not get discouraged or scared easily. I want her out of

Salvatore’s clutches, and I will have exactly what I want. I knew how to make him pay for his extortion. I

wasn’t the boss for nothing.

“Very well, then I will pay you that,” I said and sat down on the couch with my phone in my hand.

“Have them prepare her entire family and take them home. I will have my accountant wire the money to

you.” I said, and I knew he wasn’t happy, but he had to accept. “I wonder why she is worth that much to

you, Luca. I hope your kindness does not get you in trouble one day. You cannot save every damsel in

distress.” He said, and I raised my drink at him and gulped it down. “Serve your husband another drink.”

He ordered Emma scornfully, and I planned on correcting that soon.

“Once you are done. Change your clothes into something more comfortable and less revealing while

they gather your family. They will take you home and drop you at your house. I will come and get you

tomorrow,” I said, and she nodded and kowtowed to me several times. I could feel her relief with a tinge

of fear. Emma and the girl serving Marcelo left. As she left, her lavender and honey scent remained in

the room, and it filled my senses. How could she smell so sweet to my senses? There was something

familiar about her and her scent, but I could not figure it out. Everything I did was on impulse; I just

hoped it wouldn’t backfire. I should have looked away because I did not know her, but something kept

tugging at me to help her. If I had left the club and something happened to her, I would have blamed

myself. Saving her from Marcelo was the only way my soul would be at peace.

My actions had spoilt Marcelo’s sexual appetite, and I wasn’t sorry.

He leaned back in his chair and smiled at me.

“You will always have my respect, Luca, as a true Alpha and a Don, but you need to be careful. Pretty

girls come and go. Never get lost in a woman’s beauty. It will only bring you hell.” He advised, and I

leaned forward with a smile.

“Thank you, Marcelo, but I live in hell and rule it,” I said and raised my glass towards him. He smiled and

raised his in response. Marcello discussed business with me for the rest of the night. He had lost a lot

tonight, and I had gained a one-year companionship. How ironic.