SAMANTHA
I could see a fiery furnace in his eyes. His face grew pale with fury and I had never seen him that angry, not even when some random stranger grabbed my ass in the club.
He looked like he could burn this entire building and its entire content to rubble of ashes at my feet.
He held my hand, squeezing it but he wasn't hurting me. The weight of the emotions I could feel radiating from him felt unreal.
"I'm okay, I'm at fault. I spilled the drink, allow me to make it right". His gaze grew more poisonous.
"Get up, now!"
"Haaaa" Camille bitterly laughed.
"Suddenly you are neighborhood Spiderman?" I got up slowly still within Luca's strong grip.
"Mess with anyone you please, but don't ever! Lay a finger on my woman". I shook my head vigorously, maybe a bug got into my ear. His woman???!!!
I raised my sunken face to look at him and he kept a straight face. He didn't mince words.
"Your woman?" She laughed.
