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Luca was used to sleeping lightly.
All members of the mafia were, especially as there was very rarely a time where they lived without threat to their lives.
Something had shattered nearby.
Glass.
A window possibly?
Moonlight was shining through his unbroken window, casting an almost eerie aura around the room as he looked over to his other side.
Michel was meant to be there.
They had yet to go any further than heavy petting and gentle kisses, but five times out of seven, they were spending the night together.
And tonight, was one of those nights.
“Michel?” He called out in concern, quickly noticing that Dante was nowhere to be seen either.
Hopefully, if there was a situation, Dante was teaching the intruders an important lesson.
Slowly, he made his way down the stairs, hearing noises coming from the kitchen. Like glasses clinking together.
“Michel?”
“… In here.”
Luca sighed in relief, rushing to the kitchen only to frown at the sight of the broken glass on the ground… and the bloodstains.
“Michel!”
“Hmm?”
The younger man didn’t even seem to realise that he’d trodden on the glass at all, sat on the counter, sipping on a glass of orange juice as Dante whimpered some distance away. He wanted to be near his hurt master, but couldn’t because of the glass.
Luca grabbed the broom that was leaning against the door, sweeping the glass to one side, before rushing over. “What are you doing?!”
“I needed a drink.”
“No, I- You have glass in your feet baby!”
Michel raised one foot up, eyes widening slightly at the sight, before he started to shake. The glass of orange slipped from his fingers, only for Luca to catch it just in time.
“Didn’t you notice?” He whispered.
“I- No. No I didn’t.” Michel was definitely shaking now, face turned away from Luca, “I-I’m sorry, I’ll clean it up and- “
“- No, no, no.” Luca whispered, “Let’s get you all sorted out first and then I’ll clean it up, okay?”
“I-I-I- “
Luca gently pressed a kiss to the other man’s forehead, cutting him off, before fetching the first aid kit from the cupboard. He extracted the small pieces of glass from Michel’s feet, frowning when Michel didn’t even flinch at what must have been a painful sensation.
He didn’t flinch at the disinfection.
He didn’t move as Luca bandaged them up.
His gaze was faraway as Luca swept the glass into the bin and mopped the blood from the ground.
Eventually, the tense silence was broken by a broken sob, prompt Luca to dart forwards, hesitating for a moment before gently cupping Michel’s cheeks.
“Talk to me.” He whispered, “Michel… please, talk to me.”
For a moment, there was only a blank look in his eyes, before Michel was collapsing forwards, burying his face into Luca’s neck, hot tears wetting the skin there.
“I dreamt he was here.” He spluttered out, “I dreamt he was here and he’d- he killed everyone here and was planning to take me back with him!”
Luca didn’t need to ask who ‘he’ was.
“He’s dead…” He whispered, “… He can never hurt you again.”
“He’s always hurting me.”
The words made Luca’s heart pang, feeling one of Michel’s hand slip in between their bodies to press against the spot where his scar was.
“Every time I move wrong, he hurts me.”
“Michel- “
“Every time I get changed, I see the times he’d get bored and put lit cigarettes out on my arms and legs. Every time I eat, I hear him telling me to watch it, just in case I can’t fit into my suits anymore.” Michel’s voice started to shake, breathing getting heavier and heavier, “I can’t play ice hockey without remembering all the times he’d beat me with the stick, no matter how nice Vin-hyung is during our matches.”
Luca rubbed circles between Michel’s shoulder blades, rocking from side to side, in the hope that it would help pull Michel away from the edge of the panic attack he was seconds away from having. He kissed Michel’s temple, and even though the younger man had quietened down a bit, he was still shaking.
“I just want him to leave me alone” Michel whined, “I just want to be happy!”
“I know… but he’s gone now. And he won’t ever be coming back.”
He knew that Michel was still recovering when Vincenzo dealt out Han Seok’s final punishment, so he didn’t get to witness it for himself.
Maybe Vincenzo had some sort of photographic or video evidence?
“L-Luca?” Michel’s voice was soft now, not cracking and quaky.
“Yeah?”
“I-I’m sorry, I- “
“- You have nothing to be sorry for.” Luca interrupted, his whispered reply a little harsher than he wanted, “Just… promise that next time you’re feeling like this, you’ll talk to someone. Either Don Cassano or… or me.”
Michel nodded, leaning up to press a soft kiss to Luca’s lips. “Okay.” He whispered when he pulled away, wincing as the pain in his feet suddenly hit him, “Vin-Hyung wants me to go to a meeting with him tomorrow, but I-I don’t think I can walk.”
“I’ll explain what happened to him. He’ll understand.” Luca effortlessly lifted Michel into his arms, smirking at the younger man squeaked in surprise, legs wrapped around Luca’s waist, “Come on. Back to bed.”
He would never get used to the flush that appeared on Michel’s face after these words.