She doesn't have to choose between being gentle and fierce. Both exist in nature and both exist in her. That's ok. She'll know to nourish them both and when applicable, use each unapologetically.

Serina POV

I tried so hard to sleep, to get any sort of escape from the reality of this world. To slip into a dream, a dream of anything.

A nightmare would even be better then talking to Lorenzo right now.

He thankfully didn't try me again, but I could feel his watchful glances my way every now and then. Almost as if he was checking to see if I was even still there.

I wanted to tell him to keep his eyes to himself, but for once I just didn't feel like talking. Talking to him would make me big mad, and having to look at him? I think I might just jump off this plane.

Speaking of planes. I hate this stupid plane, and the turbulence or whatever—I was this close to shitting myself. And it never ended.

I listened to a woman ask if Lorenzo wanted a drink, and I heard how flirtatious her smooth voice sounded. I peered my eye open ever so slightly, my eyelashes constricting my view.

She was blond, and beautiful. A nice ass but not that much in the chest department. But she didn't really need tits because she was a gorgeous woman. Her voice sounded even more. She looked innocent, and clueless. As she practically begged for some of Lorenzos attention.

I hated how every woman fell at his feet like he was some sort of sex god.

I pushed a breath out of my lips and closed my eyes shut, as I snuggled deeper into the seat and the big shirt. I hated how fucking comfy it was.

But I stayed listening to their conversation, and I wanted to roll my eyes as he asked for a scotch on the rocks, and it didn't surprise me. He was a basic bitch. But what did surprise me was when he also ordered tequila.

I stayed confused until I heard the clink of the glass drink get set down by me, and I opened one eye to peer down at the liquor In front of me. And it wasn't just a shot, it was a whole glass.

Oh so he is trying to get me drunk now? Great

Closing my one eye I grab the twisted drink, and took a big bad sip. "You drink that like water." I heard him say, he sounded less angered then he did before.

Maybe sitting to fester alone in silence made him less of an angered asshole.

I didn't answer him as I obnoxiously slurped the liquor. It burned my throat like I was swallowing poison, but I liked the way this poison made me feel.

"Serina-"he said, as he gripped onto the seat. Was I annoying him? Good.

I brought my eyes right to him staring at him so intensely that everything around me was irrelevant. I interrupted his words by slurping again, and I swear to god I saw his eye twitch in anger.

"Grow up." He growled as he broke eye contact, he broke eye contact. That by default means I won this unconsensual staring contest. Which made me smile against the glass that was pressed against my lips.

"Me, grow up? Interesting." I said and he looked back my way. It was so fun how easy it was to piss him off, how mad he got off just a couple of my slight words. Smirking I continued "maybe you should grow up."

Lorenzo blinked silently as he stared at me viciously.

"When we get to my house I expect you to be on your best behaviour." He said after a while, as he continued to speak to me as If I was a kid.

"Your house?" I scoffed "the place we were wasn't your house?". So that huge base with the dungeons, the million guards, long ass hallways, and his huge fancy room wasn't his house?

He laughed slightly, not a real laugh though, the kind of laugh that made me question his sanity. "No sparrow. The only reason I was even in LA was to-"

"Shoot my brother?" I interrupted him, wanting to see what his reaction was. And his reaction was what I expected—nothing, just his plain stoic face.

"That and other things yes." He said and it was as if he was now gaging me for a reaction. I stiffened slightly, but loosened my muscles as I bit into my lip.

"Did he—Did he do something bad? Can you tell me why you killed him?" I felt vulnerable as I asked the same question that had been raking my brain again. Hoping if I kept asking that an answer would eventually find me.

I mean I don't think Lucas was killed for no reason, there had to be a reason. There is always a reason in the movies.

Lorenzo looked like he was contemplating telling me, or maybe how he would word it. But I don't care how he worded it, I just needed to know.

"He did something to me a long time ago." He deadpanned, "but what he did cost him something too."

What did he do, what did it cost him? Every time I think I'm close to an answer only more question arise. "that's very vague." I say as I studied Lorenzo's face, he looked more emotionless then normal.

But I saw a sort of hurt in his eyes. But as soon as it was there, it was gone again.

"He screwed with something he shouldn't have. So your father chastised him for it." His eyes searched mine for a reaction again, he was being so vague that I couldn't even understand what he was saying. So my brother did something and was punished for it?

What does this have to do with me?

I knitted my eyebrows together as I stood up despite the fear that arose in my chest, "I have yet to see why this has anything to do with me."
I said as I walked over closer to him, grabbing the seats as I walked to keep myself steady.

"It has everything to do with you Sparrow, you just don't understand yet." Lorenzo smirked as I sat in the seat in front of him, he liked the fact he knew something that I wanted to know.
He liked how much I was agonizing over it.

"Because your ratty ass won't fucking tell me"
I swore as I buckled the seatbelt and tightened it as much as possible. My hands abroad and nervous as I crossed them over my chest.

Lorenzo cocked his eyebrow, and I saw the answer I wanted at the tip of his tongue. If only he would tell me.

"You can't even comprehend what you are worth sparrow."

I looked him over, his classic business man suit and black toed shoes—his hair slicked to perfection. "You will get the answer you want eventually, but not from me."

I sighed as I turned my head to the side, "why do you have to be so sketchy and secretive all the time." I huffed as I looked out the window, the statue of fucking liberty coming into my view.

I was shocked slightly, as I stared down at the city in awe before looking towards Lorenzo. He noticed my surprise, and opened the window beside him using a remote.

"My home city."

I perked up at that, and looked at him.
"I never thought I'd see this place" I said. I thought I'd be stuck rooted down In Los Angelus my whole life.

"I have a home here." He said "I have multiple houses around the world-"

"good for you twinkle dick, you are a rich bastard." I interrupted as I smirked at him, and his gaze followed back to me. I felt my eyes flutter with amusement, and I saw the corners of his lips turn up slightly.

I'm so stupid, before I didn't want to talk to him and now I'm smiling and joking with him like normal. My bipolar ass needs to get checked real quickZ

"Twinkle dick?" He repeated. "My cock doesn't twinkle Sparrow." He had a dominant look in his eyes, they shifted into a blackened colour as his eyes ran up chest all the way to my lips.

"You are probably riddled in STD's." I said hating the way goosebumps formed on my skin from his gaze. "From all those train stop prostitutes you sleep with." I felt a ting of jealousy in my chest, and I wanted to scold myself for it.

He barley had to lean forward to have his hand on my thigh, my eyes watching as he pushed my legs apart.

"Does me fucking prostitutes bother you Sparrow? Do you wish it was you under me?"
Lorenzo smirked that same darkness casted over his eyes as he brushed his hand along my inner thigh, and I sat there watching as I decided whether or not I should push his hand away.

I should right? But god knows I didn't want to.

"Really? You look like a bottom to me." He did not look like a bottom at all. At all.

I heard a growl come from his lips, it was husky and deep. "Oh trust me sparrow—" this sounded like a promise mixed with a threat,
"—you would beg me to be on top of you, and I'd stay there till your eyes rolled into your skull."

He took his hand off my thigh and leaned back into his seat, my breath caught in my throat.
The thought of what he just said, GOD DAMN.

But I will never fuck this man, no matter how bad I think I might want to—I am not going to be just another one of his prizes. I wasn't meant to be a prize, I will never be someone's trophy.

"Sorry but my pussy is going to stay out of order till I die, so I can slut it up in hell."

•••

Lorenzo POV

I watched her as she looked horrified as the Pilot called for the decent, her hands gripping onto the armrests like it was a mother fucking lifeline.

It amazed me how much the little things scared her, but something as big as death—it didn't seem to phase her innocent mind.

It was funny to watch her squirm as the plane dropped out of the sky, her breath that was usually shallow was tense and loud.

She didn't bother looking my way again, she was too focused on being frantic and jittery.

As the wheels hit the runway she let out a breath before screaming "I DID IT, FUCK YEAH."

She got so damn excited over the smallest things.

I adjusted my collar before standing up, as she fiddled with her seatbelt. Her hand brushed part of the shirt she was wearing up, exposing more of her thigh.

I had watched her rip one of my shirts off it's hanger, and she made direct eye contact with me as she slipped it over her body. She was toying around with me, but if only she knew.

The door opened and I walked down the steps, nodding as I'm greeted by Marco and handfuls of other men.

This transportation was indefinite and very important.

I hear her skip along after me and when she was at the top of the stairs I heard her say "catch me Marco Polo." Before I watched her jump off the top step like a cat into Marco and a couple other men's arms.

I eyed her with a warning, my body tensing as I watched the men's hands on her bare skin as they set her down.

She copied my gaze and eyed me back, just like she always did, and gave me the thumbs up.

A few men laughed at her childish tactics, they found it amusing how careless and reckless she was. It was like everything she did was to annoy me, and It always worked because she did my fucking head in.

There was a black SUV waiting to take us to my penthouse, along with four other cars leading and trailing us.

Every precaution had to be made, it was a risk even having her out in public at all. A lot of people would love to get their hands on the Daughter of Mr.Accardi.

We settled into the car, and she was bouncing in her seat and locking and unlocking the door over and over again. But I didn't want to yell at her again, or else I would have to deal with her mood for the car ride.

"So do I get a funeral? A few kind words?" Her words hit me and I looked her way, wondering what she was babbling on about now.

"What?" My voice sounded hostile, and sharp. I watched her shiver as whenever I looked at her goosebumps would appear on her skin.

"I assume we aren't here for sight seeing." I watched her as she grew slower in her movement. "So if I die here, Give me a fucking funeral. And drink on my grave okay?"

Her words stunned me. She sounded almost saddened to say them. I don't think she was scared to die, but I also don't think she wanted to die just yet.

"You have a bad sense of humour." I said lowly.

"And you have a dead one." Serina cocked, as she played with her hands on her lap. I didn't think she was joking about the funeral, I think she really meant it.

"If I am not going to die here like you said. When can I be free?" She asked after a few minutes.

I adjusted my sitting position so I was sitting further up, her eyes trained on me "freedom is a hassle Serina. You should be grateful that I took it away from you."

"You don't mean that." She said like she was appalled by my answer. "And if you do, then you have never truly known what freedom is." She spit.

She said nothing for a while after that, and she looked lost in her own head. Her eyes looked busy as she stared at her feet, like she was thinking hard about something.

I didn't bother interrupting her, the peace and quite was much enjoyed. Until of course she sprung back up as My driver announced we had arrived.

"You live here? Holy fuck sticks." She uttered as we stopped. And I looked at her for a few seconds before I said.

"Take your shirt off."

Her excited eyes feel silent as she turned her gaze away from the tall building and bustling city street and towards me. "What? No fuck you." She answered, denying me carelessly once again.

Her face casting over with a shadow as we drove down into the private garage area.

I watched her hug the shirt closer to her body.
"You cannot bring attention to yourself Serina, this is serious." I answered as I took off my blazer. "If anyone of watching, me bringing home a woman In lingerie wouldn't gather attention."

"You are disgusting." She grunted as she snatched my blazer from my hands and pulled my shirt over her head before chucking it at me.

Her toned stomach and perky tits begging to be touched. The string of her underwear sitting high up carelessly on her thick hips.

But as quickly as she was bare she threw my blazer over her shoulders, and covered herself. And I watched as her cheeks heated up in a light pink shade.

"I am getting tired of being the one who's always taking their clothes off." She grunted, as I looked her over.

It was a sight for sore eyes to see her in her slutty panties and bra In my suit jacket.

Feeling a deadly smirk on my lips she rolls her eyes, as the door of the SUV is opened. I grab her arm and help her out, my eyes scanning the downstairs garage before I usher her to the private elevator. My hands gripping her side,
My fingers brushing her skin.

"Can I press the buttons?" She peeped, but before she could reach to touch it I pressed the up arrow in, and she gasped in suspense.

"Bitch." I heard her utter under her breath, she wasn't good at speaking under her breath. I was always aware of what she was doing, every movement she made. But that's because I now knew she was there lurking somewhere.

But Serina was stealthy and quiet when she wanted to be. Like the first night I had saw her at Lucas' abode, I was aware of everything before I had seen her. I saw every camera, every dead guard.

But I hated to admit that I had no clue she was watching and if it wasn't for her scream I would never have seen her.

The big doors open and I tightened my grip on her, and I felt her attempt to recoils but I dug my nails into her skin lightly as a warning and she haulted. I had no doubt she was going to snark at me for doing that as soon as we were alone.

The door closed and I pressed my private floor number, and she looked at me for a second before she pulled out of my grip and slid her hands down along the buttons, pressing every single one.

"Serina." I scolded, and she lifted her eyebrow

"Lorenzo." She repeated, as the door opened to the first floor. Then the second and then the third.

"You are a fucking child." I growled at her, and she just smiled and gave me the finger.

There were 88 floors, mine being the 88th.

The walls of the elevator was lined with glass, and she turned to look at herself.

She had a couple bruises, and faded scratch marks and her wild hair was messed over her shoulder, but she still managed to look engaging.

She always had a curiosity looming in her eyes, among other emotions. She was like a wild animal, and that was something I both admired and despised abut her.

She was cunning, and quick and had outwitted many of my men in the short time she's been here.

She was short, and she stood on her toes so she could see more of herself. My jacket riding up above her ass.

She looked like she worked for it, she'd spent time in the gym that was clear. Nothing about her was fake, just by looking at her body you knew she was born with it.

"You're staring." She said as she looked at me, her back turned as I made eye contact with her reflection. "You always stare." She whispered, her eyelashes blinking hiding away her eyes from me for a second.

I moved silently up behind her, keeping my eyes on hers as her back pressed on my chest.

Her hands going forward to grip onto the railing nailed to the wall, almost as if to steady herself.

Her bottom lip fell open, and it moved away from the top. "You amuse me sparrow." I find myself saying, as my hand finds its way onto her hip as I kept her body flushed against me.

"you drive me crazy." She uttered but I felt her breath go hard again and the pounding of her speeding heart.

I gripped her hip and turned her quick, a gasp coming from her tainted lips as she now faced me. "You are really Bipolar you know that?" She said, and I could hear how vulnerable her voice sounded.

"You are fucking insane."

"Maybe." Was all she said as the air grew hot. But she didn't move, she kept her guard. And did not come closer to me, because I knew I wouldn't stop myself from touching her if she did.

She knew what we wanted, was something we could never have.

Our lips were just inches apart, my hands so close from grabbing her fucking clothes and ripping them away.

But she tilted her head away disobediently.

"What are we doing Lorenzo? What the fuck is this?" She sighed. But she was right, we shouldn't keep doing this. Playing these games.

"Nothing." I growled as I grabbed her by her neck and pushed her back against the glass slowly and I tried so hard to ignore the dangerous little smile on her face.

My eyes moved over her, and god she looked like she knew what she could do to me.

but when the doors opened with a ding I pushed off her, and left her speechless against the wall.

^If only this was then :(

Question: Hypothetically, if my Ex texted me that he loves me, needs me and wants me back, Hypothetically, what should I do and what should I say

Xoxo- AbigalKnightly