<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Marcus watched the young man come to. The young man that he'd just driven five hours through the states of Vermont and New Hampshire. It hadn't been difficult. Luca was so trusting, taking him a face value. Thinking he was a good person. Marcus was many things, but he was not that. He didn't even try to kid himself. Luca seemed the most worried about his job, and he likely didn't realize how very far away he was from home.<br/>
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Marcus went to him, trying to calm him, a sympathetic look on his face.<br/>
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“It's okay, Luca. I promise,” he spoke, his voice soft.<br/>
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“You won't have to work. At all. I'll take care of you, Luca.” Marcus looked pleased. “And you'll take care of me.” The situation was ideal, Marcus had thought, for the both of them. He wasn't prone to taking into account how the other man might feel about it. Naturally, he just assumed that Luca would go along with it.<br/>
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“This house is nice, and it's quieter here than the city. You'll like it, Luca,” Marcus went on, hating the idea of letting that city ruin the beautiful young man he wanted for his own. In a way, he was doing his part to protect Luca. Here, nothing would happen to him, and he wouldn't have to worry about anything. Marcus would support him.<br/>
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Marcus turned to the power breaker, kicking the main source on. Lights flickered but for now, the main source was the light coming in through the windows. Bulbs needed to be changed, apparently. It was going on eight am. He'd driven through the night and so far kidnapping was a great deal easier than murdering somebody. More satisfying as well. Marcus was hopeful that this would be his fix. He could finally be happy, with a sweet boyfriend and a home to come back to at the end of the day.<br/>
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Marcus had left Luca's phone in the car deliberately, and of course Marcus wouldn't have the phone service in the house turned on, despite the landline hanging on the wall. Eliot complained up here that there wasn't service for shit anyway. Not enough towers. He had to be smart about this. He expected Luca to be a bit hesitant over this at first, but he'd come around. If he proved difficult, he'd put him in the basement for a while.<br/>
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“Come on, Luca. Don't cry,” Marcus spoke with a frown. “I'll be good to you.” His hands reached to touch the young man's face, to wipe under his eyes. The place needed a bit of a clean but it wasn't anything to get emotional over.<br/>
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“I'll show you the place. We can pick which room we want to be our bedroom,” Marcus continued, trying to cheer him up. The prospect of that certainly had an appeal to Marcus, who could think of no better way of getting back at his father than bringing a man home to the house they'd been raised in.</span></span>