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himself back into the couch and
trying in vain to relax the tenseness in his body.
    They sat in
silence for a few minutes, before Imogen shuffled over and
straddled his lap, leaning forward and resting her head under his
chin and softly planting kisses across his collarbone and jaw. Luca
started to relax under her touch, so she sat up and slid her hands
along his shoulders, gently kneading his tense muscles.
    As he finally
loosened under her hands, he leant forward and took her face in his
hands, “I love you Im. I’ve wanted to say that to you for so long”
Luca whispered to her.
    “I love you
too, Luca” she whispered.
    “I was scared
today. I didn’t know if you were hurt, didn’t know what to do to
help you. I felt like I’d let you down” he spoke softly. “I
realized today Im, just how much you mean to me, and… it brought up
some stuff that I didn’t expect”.
    “Stuff? Like
what, Luca?"
    "I haven't told
you a lot of stuff about me Im, I guess I didn't want to in case it
scared you away—
    "Luca, I'm not
going anywhere; it wouldn't matter what you told me" she offered
reassuringly.
    "I lost my
temper today, badly. I didn't know what was happening; my head felt
like it was going to explode, my whole body was buzzing and I just
wanted to hit someone, anyone".
    "Did you hit
Bill?" Imogen asked, alarmed.
    "Yeah, I did.
He's not hurt though, well not badly, but I'd have kept going if I
could have. I was, I am, so damn pissed off that you were put in
that position" he trailed off. "Then when we got back to the gym, I
still couldn't calm down. Dom and I hit the bags for almost an hour
and only then I stopped because I'd run out of energy".
    "Luca, that
seems pretty normal—"
    "Except, it's
not. I'm just like my goddamn father" Luca sighed, before lifting
Imogen off his lap and sitting her next to him on the couch.
    "Hey! I was
comfortable" she interjected, trying to add some lightness to the
quickly darkening mood.
    "You might not
want me after I tell you this Im; I'm just giving you an easier
out. You know that Ma, Roman, Dom, and I left Italy and moved here
when I was younger?"
    Imogen nodded
apprehensively.
    "What I didn't
tell you was that my Nonno, my grandfather, had to help us escape
from my father. He was an alcoholic, with a really bad temper and
an even worse attitude to us. He beat us almost daily; Ma and Roman
usually copped the brunt of it. Roman would always hide Dominic and
I then head back to protect Ma. It was every bloody day—if it
wasn't his fists it'd be his verbal abuse hitting us all, making us
feel insignificant, useless, worthless" Luca recalled, his body
starting to shake.
    Imogen scooted
onto his lap and pulled his head down into her chest, "Luca, that's
awful, god I'm so sorry that happened to you all".
    "What if I'm
the same as him, Im? What if I turn into that? Something happened
today, I've never felt so out of control yet so single-mindedly
determined to fuck someone up".
    "Luca, you were
angry… you were protecting me, that's absolutely different than
what your father used to do. Just look at the way you look after
me, Luca, you're a good man."
    "Maybe…" he
whispered.
     

CHAPTER
NINE

    The past week
had been busy; the events with Bill McNaught had finally died down.
Luca had made a point of driving Imogen to the bank to deposit
McNaught's cheque then insisted they spend the day together at the
gym.
    After a few
hours of Luca being called off in every direction, Imogen realized
that Luca did need help with the running of the office. Part of the
problem was his absolute disorganization, paperwork was filed in
stacked piles around his desk in some kind of organized chaos she
doubted she'd ever understand. A quick check in the storeroom, and
she had a filing cabinet and all the folders and stationary she'd
need to get everything on track. Wheeling a trolley underneath the
cabinet, Imogen managed to get it back into Luca's office and
started sifting and sorting through the