Now it's fine because I'm a whore :3

The moment in the elevator meant nothing to him. That was clear. God how was I so foolish? Why do I do these thing, let my body control me. Why does my nasty nasty slutty time alter ego let Lorenzo control me?

Lorenzos words and his promises meant nothing and now that is clear to me.

It was clear to me by the moans of pleasure that ripped through his locked bedroom door, the vicious hitting of the bed post on the wall and the obnoxious voice of the whore he had brought up.

We had been here no more then half and hour and she had came stumbling in flashing me a devious smile before practically flying into Lorenzo's bed.

He had given me my own room in this massive penthouse, a bathroom and a bed; even a closet. And I was grateful, because maybe now he trusts me. But that thought died when I came to the realization it was probably because he just wanted to be a whore.

They had been at it for hours, and I'm starting to question if she's really just getting murdered in there.

She sounded like a god damn train whistle

And I heaved and gaged when she screamed
"destroy me!" Destroy what? I wasn't sure, but the thought made me cringe.

God fucking kill me tho. I threw a pillow over my head, trying to drown out their loud play date.

He could fuck other woman, but I couldn't even look at a man without him blowing a fucking fuse about it. I bet that would just make him furious if I fucked someone else. wouldn't that be funny

Throwing the pillow off the bed I groaned, as I walked to the door and opened it. I hadn't eaten since yesterday, and the only thing in my stomach was the glass of tequila.

I opened the fridge, the bright white light shining through the darkness. It was way past 10 pm now, the moon shown a sliver of light through the huge windows.

Of course the fridge was completely empty, and so was all the drawers.

I pulled my arms around myself as I wondered what the fuck I was supposed to do. I hated being alone In a big house. I hated being alone at night.

I was a night person, and sleep during the night never found me easily. I would toss and turn, and no matter how many beds I slept in none of them made the darkness feel anymore comforting.

Their was a balcony to his apartment, with big sliding doors. And I pulled myself to them before I could think of what I was doing.

The doors slid open easily, and as I closed it behind me I smiled as I felt a chill breeze bite as my skin. I was glad that Lorenzo had given me back the black shirt, because wearing his blazer made me overthink.

But he was an asshole and that was clear.

I walked to the railed edge and leaned over it, the city streets bustling as people here never seemed to rest.

I felt at home as I thought about what I'd be doing if I was down there right now. I think I'd be walking with people from my past I had dared to call friends.

The thing I most dreaded about myself was that I was afraid to be alone, and part of me knows thats why I turned a blind eye to everyone who only accepted me because of the numbers in my bank account.

But none of the money was mine, it was all of Lucas's blood money. He didn't have a job, and he wasn't the boss of anything. I wasn't an oblivious cunt, I knew it was dirty money that he had. I only wished I had asked him more questions.

"You aren't going to jump are you?" I heard Rosarios voice clear as day from behind me, and I quickly turned. He stood there all high and mighty, his earpiece on and his hair slicked back. He probably had been watching me to make sure I didn't run away again or start curtain fires.

"So what If I was?" I said as I turned back to the edge, I wouldn't ever jump. I didn't have it in me. "Would it ruin whatever plan you guys have for me?" I scoffed, I felt hostile.

"Well firstly I would be killed for letting you die. And second Yes, It probably would." He said as he walked up beside me, he looked timid to look over the edge. He was afraid.

"I thought people like you weren't scared of anything." I said slyly as I stuck my hand off the edge, loving how it felt to feel the freedom on the skin of my finger tips.

"I'm not scared." He was.

"You are scared of heights." I smiled as I looked towards him. The wind blowing a strand of hair into his face. "It's okay I won't say anything. That's a secret that I'll never tell."

"Did you just quote the Gossip girl intro?"

Smiling I say "yes ma'am."

Rosario laughed lowly, the corners of his lips turning upwards. There was a loud crash inside and we both looked back, and I rolled my eyes as I knew it was coming from Lorenzos whoreish room.

Looking back over to the skyline, trying desperately to ignore the twisting knife of jealousy that stabbed into my chest. And no matter how many breaths I took I couldn't make it go away.

I have never been this jealous before, because I have never cared.

"You should go to bed-" Rosario said as he tried to grab my arm, and I shrugged him off as I scowled "I swear to God if you tell me that I need to sleep I will hold you over the edge of this stupid brilliant Penthouse balcony." I hated how much the anger and jealousy rose though in my voice and I knew he had caught it.

He said nothing for awhile as we stood in silence staring over the edge, me more so. I find it so funny, a man like this who kills people and lives a life of danger—is scared of high places.

I bit my lip as I closed my eyes, breathing In the cold bitter air.

"What are you scared of." He whispered as he turned to face me, I lifted an eyebrow.

He was being so nice, considering the first thing he said to me was an insult and a hit. "guys with fists." I said as I looked at him and he sucked in a breath.

"I was just doing my job." He said as I saw his eyes go back to when I first woke up in the cell, and all the things he said to me. The marks he left. The smack he laid across my cheek.

"I know." Of course he was just doing Lorenzo's bidding, like a loyal subject. I wanted to punch Lorenzo right in his stupid face "But it really hurt you wanker. I get that it was your job but seriously you need to work on your people skills." I smiled as I lightened the mood, and he laughed. His laugh was hilarious and he sounded like a seal.

Which of course made me laugh. These people here—they are completely different now that I see some of them in a different light. Now that I wasn't some random skank in the pits of despair.

"Well if it's any consolation you were the first person down in the prisons who has resisted the way you did." He said as I found myself facing him. "usually they cry, scream, beg. Shit their pants even. But not you, you don't give in."

I felt jealousy race through me, and the thought of revenge on Lorenzo had never sounded so good to me. Lorenzo would be so mad if I—

You know when you have those really bad ideas but just can help yourself? This might be one of those times.

"Well I don't submit." I whispered, as I felt like my stupid nickname. A damn sparrow, free to do whatever I pleased.

You want to play Lorenzo, fine, I don't always play fair.

Rosario was close, dangerously close. A part of me wanted to stop but the hurt in my chest wanted me to continue. I wasn't going to fuck him, I just wanted to taste a part of the old me.

The old me would have kissed a man like this.

"I could get in a lot of trouble for this." He smirked as I placed my hand on the back of his neck. He talked to much. Lorenzo didn't talk this much, he didn't have to.

Lorenzo.

Smashing my lips onto Rosario's I thought that the stabs in my chest would go away, but to my dismay they only got worse.

Rosario's hand slid onto my hip as he steadied me, his other hand gripping the railing. His lips were no different then any of the others that I had kissed before. My hands on his face and neck as I pulled him closer to me.

Rosario's tongue swiped across my bottom lip, and I bit his lip in retaliation. His hands felt heavy on my skin, and everywhere they touched the feeling of stabs would move there.

Lorenzo.

Rosario was a talented kisser and I do have to admit his skills were vast, I bet he could make a lot of girls swoon. But my mind still wandered to the dark place in my head, as I wondered what Lorenzo's lips would taste like, and how hard he would kiss me back.

But he had his whores to kiss. So he didn't need me, that was clear.

Breaking the kiss we both inhale a breath, and he looks at me with a smirk. Lorenzo also smirks. My chest heaved up and down, and I couldn't tell whether the pounding in my chest was from lack of oxygen or the very thought of Lorenzo's stupid fucking face.

I stared into Rosario's eyes, his brown eyes, as I tried so desperately to find something that enchanted me about them. But they looked brown. Rosarios eyes had nothing on the way Lorenzo's eyes could light my skin on fire.

"That was fun. you should go fuck yourself now." I said as I patted his cheek. My stomach hurt from all this thinking. My head pounding too.

He wiped the corner of his lip with his thumb, Rosario was one hot motherfucker I have to admit. "You are wild." He said as he tucked his hands into his pockets as he back away from me and walked to the doors.

I closed my eyes as I turned back to the edge. Thriving in the silence.

But that was cut short when I heard the cocking of a gun and two sets of footsteps.
I turned my gaze back over so quick I thought I'd get whiplash.

Lorenzo stood dressed in a suit, holding a gun in his hand. His eyes were so dark they looked black as he stared at Rosario with such—I would say anger, but anger couldn't even begin to describe how powerful the look in his eyes was.

Lorenzo had saw

"Lorenzo." Rosario choked. I found something he was more afraid of than heights.

The man standing there didn't look like Lorenzo, he looked too evil, too dark. His entire body was rock. As I looked at the scene unfold—I have never been this scared of Lorenzo, in this moment I was terrified.

I put my hands up as I took a step forward as Lorenzo took dangerous steps towards Rosario, so many that Rosario was now resting against the edge.

"Lorenzo-" I whispered as I went to take another step, and he looked at me with his eyes and I froze.

Anger, Jealousy, Power and Dominance ran wild in him.

"Shut up slut." He said, his voice so cold it was ice. He had seen me kiss Rosario. He saw. A part of me couldn't decide if that was what I wanted or not.

"I kissed him. Don't-Don't shoot him." My voice shook, and despite the fear I took a step closer. Bile rose in my throat like acid, and I wanted to curl up into a ball and hide away.

Rosario had his hands up in defence as he looked towards me, almost like he was begging me to help him out of this.

Lorenzo looked towards him for a second, just a second before he turned his gaze back to me. Looking me dead in the eyes as he fired the gun.

I-

I actually don't have anything to say today. Other then I'm tired again, but I'm always tired. It's 1 in the morning and I'm hungry—I want Popeyes.

I fuck with Popeyes, it's the bomb.

anyways if you got an questions drop them here babe :)

Do you guys think Rosario's dead?

What do you think is going to happen next chapter??

Till next time <3

Xoxo- AbigalKnightly