Bound To The Devil

Chapter 46

Luca sniffled, looking miserable. “Ava…”

Ava turned to Damien with a glare. “Did you make him sick, Papa?”

Damien’s smirk twitched. “Hn.” He leaned back, crossing his arms lazily. “You could say that.”

Luca whimpered. “Ava, don’t ask!”

But Ava only blinked, confused. “Huh? Why?”

Luca turned bright red, curling up into the blanket.

Damien only chuckled, fully entertained. He's just not in his senses because of fever. Adorable

“You wouldn’t understand, darling,” he hummed, patting her head.

Ava pouted, then turned back to Luca, gently hugging him. “It’s okay, Luca. I’ll take care of you. Not Papa—he’s mean.”

Damien raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

Ava huffed. “You bullied Luca!”

Luca sniffled, nodding in agreement, but Damien only smirked.

“Then I guess I’ll just have to keep bullying him,” he mused, dragging his fingers along Luca’s bare shoulder.

Luca yelled in embarrassment, but Ava giggled, completely unaware.

And Damien?

He simply leaned back, possessively watching his two angels,  knowing—without a doubt—he was going to love this day.

— Possessively Yours

Luca had never felt so sick in his life. His fever left him weak and utterly helpless, and worst of all? He was stuck between two of the most overbearing people in existence.

Ava and Damien.

One was an adorable yet bossy little girl, and the other was a dangerous mafia boss with absolutely no chill.

Luca whined weakly, curling deeper into the ridiculous amount of blankets piled over him. “I’m hot…”

Damien’s golden gaze darkened.

“I know you are,” he murmured, voice low.

Luca let out an offended gasp. “That’s not what I meant!”

Ava giggled beside him, patting his forehead like a nurse. “Don’t worry, Luca! I’ll take care of you!”

Damien’s brow twitched. “Excuse me?”

Ava turned to him with a pout. “You bullied Luca, so you don’t get to help!”

Damien smirked, tilting his head lazily. “Oh?” His sharp gaze flicked to Luca, who immediately tensed under the weight of his stare.

Luca gulped. “D-Damien…?”

Damien leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of Luca’s ear.

“Who do you want to take care of you, ?” he murmured. “Me… or her?”

Luca’s brain shut down. His fever swelled, his breath hitching as Damien’s fingers traced down his arm.

Ava blinked. “Obviously me!”

Damien chuckled darkly. “Oh? Let’s ask him, then.” He tilted Luca’s chin up, forcing him to meet his golden, intense gaze.

“Say it, angel,” he whispered. “Who do you want?”

Luca whimpered. His lips trembled.

And then—

“AVA!!”

He lunged into the little girl’s arms, completely betraying Damien.

Ava cheered and hugged him tight, while Damien froze.

The room went dead silent.

Then—

CRACK!

The chair Damien was sitting on shattered under the force of his grip.

Luca flinched.

Ava blinked. “Papa?”

Damien smiled—dangerously.

“Oh, angel,” he purred, reaching for Luca’s waist.

Luca’s stomach dropped. “D-Damien, wait—”

“Too late.”

And then—Luca yelled as Damien scooped him up into his arms like a sack of flour, completely ignoring Ava’s protests.

“DAMIEN, NO!” Luca whined, kicking his feet. “I chose Ava!”

Damien smirked. “Wrong choice.”

And with that, he carried his squirming, feverish angel out of the room, fully prepared to personally nurse him back to health—with absolutely no escape.

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