Sex, sex sex, watch out for sex. That's my warning.

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You are trying to play me? No No hunny you got it all wrong. You are in my damn game.

The tight body con dress fit me like the slippery skin of a snake. The long black fabric was so soft that it felt like it could be silk. There was a price tag on it, though I didnt bother to look because I already knew the amount of the dress was probably worth more than my life.

Marco stood with his back turned to me as I slipped the dress on, my hair curled down my back and my makeup done with complete percision. I dont think I have ever looked better.

Usually I rock more of a dumpster trash rat vibe, but tonight; I look like I belonged on a throne.

I looked down at the shive I had made out of a toothbrush I found under the sink, it rested under the leg of the dresser. I bent down quickly to grab it in my hand and then stood; shoving my home made knife into my bra.

"You done? Boss isn't going to be happy that you kept him waiting." Marco said as I brought my hands to my sides, and simply sighed as I walked up behind the mafia second and tapped his shoulder.

Marco turning quickly and gazing down my figure, his eyes raking me up from top to bottom. He smirked and huffed a breath, his thumb brushing his lip as he let his eyes prey me.

"I know, I look hot. I would fuck me." I smirked as I placed my hand on my hip.

He coughed a smile as he stiffened on his feet, and he glanced down at his watch and clenched his eyebrows in frustration. "Let's go. Now." He said as he put out his arm for me to grab, and I rolled my eyes as I quickly slipped on 6 inches torture devices onto my feet.

Stumbling slightly but managing to catch myself on Marco. The dress almost touching the floor. I was grateful that Lorenzo picked a dress that wasn't short;I still have scars that I haven't quite gotten used to yet.

Marco quickly dragged me through the house and into the elevator, the same elevator I had escaped in. It seemed so weird to stand in here again.

The glass walls reflecting all around us, and it wasn't until the ding on the elevator that I regained my sense of reality. "Marco before I—can I ask you something." I said as I grabbed his forearm stopping us both in the open elevator doors.

There were dozens of men waiting, all most likely there to ensure I didn't 'try anything' or 'play games'. But I never do the same thing twice that's boring, so if I was going to run away I wouldn't try to escape using the garage again. But I'm not going to run again, I want to do something a little more dangerous.

Marco quickly looked towards the black SUV that was parked and waiting, Lorenzos men surrounding it.

"Yes. Make it quick." He said as his muscles seemed to stiffen under my hand, and I took it off him and looked up.

"What happened to Rosario? Did he-" I asked almost hushed, like I was speaking a secret that was not supposed to be said.

Marco interrupted me, his words said almost as hushed as mine, like he too didn't want to be caught saying them. "Die? No, but he disobeyed orders and broke the rules Serina, so he had to be-"

"Punished?" I interrupted him right back. That is what always seems to happen here, punishment is easily dealt and revenge is just as easily planned.

He nodded as he looked down at me, his eyes studying mine. He then wasted no time ushering me to the car, two men opening the door and helped me in before slamming it closed and locking it.

The windows were thick and tinted, and cars lead and followed us.

Lorenzo sat across from me, his eyes trained on me like I had a raccoon masturbating on my head or something.

His silver eyes looked casted, and his hands rested clenched on his knees. Did he hear what I asked Marco? I fucking hope not, that was a bandaid that I didn't want to rip off again.

Because that bandaid was the only thing holding back a gushing wave of blood and chaos. 

"You seem pleasant." I said as I rested my elbow on the door, watching as he looked at me like I took a shit in his cereal.

He changed again, he was moody again. This mornings events seemed so far in the past as he once again was like ice towards me. Like nothing happened and nothing we said mattered.

His words never cut deep but it was what he didn't say that cut like a sword. It's not like I wanted him to want me, I have never wanted that. I don't want that. But the way he plays me out like a fool every time I bring my walls down it drives me crazy.

Yet I still go back to him why?

"sit quiet." He said plainly as he kept his eyes burned towards me, the outline of my iris shining a deeper black. "This party is the highest of status, the fact that I am even bringing you-"

"Should I bow and kiss your hand then, since you are blessing me with this great opportunity? Don't fucking bring me then you fucking Bitch." My words came out quicker then he could finish and his mouth hung open slightly as he listened to what I had dared to say to him. He looked so mad afterwards though, I regret even opening my mouth.

"If you disrespect me while we are there then I will show you what it's like to have your ass red with my handprint." He growled lowly, he sounded like a predator.

I sat quietly after that, but in my head I was imagining hitting him again;right in the face. God he is such a fucking dick. I knew that there was no chance he could ever change. He was a cold killer to the bone, and a mafia man in the flesh.

"You are an asshole did you know that?" I whispered as I rested my head against the glass window.

I saw his eyes light red, and his body tense. He was always tense, and his eyes were always angry. But I don't care.

"What Did you say?" He asked as he sat forward, I was a meter away from him so if he wanted he could easily grab me.

"nothin'." I said as a small smirk on my face grew, only for his next words to make the smile fall. He was good at doing that—trying to hurt me.

"If you think that me kissing your whore lips makes you any different then the whores I bed then you are just as naive as you look." he spit acid as we pulled up to the front gates at the party, my gaze shot to him but I didn't say anything.

I tried so hard to contain the emotion I felt, I wasn't sad and I wasn't angry—I was disappointed. Not that I thought that he could ever change, but I guess I hoped that maybe somewhere inside him there was a good man.

But you know what they say about hope.

"Don't talk to me." I plainly said, my voice sounded calm and steady. He looked surprised that I didn't fight back, but I didn't feel like fighting. I was at a party, full of men. I wasn't going to let him ruin my night. The door opened fast, and I stepped out.

The wind chilling me with an idea. A bad good idea.

Though Lorenzo followed and gripped my wrist pulling me to face him. He knew what I was thinking and he stared at me like I was transparent. "Don't even fucking think about It." He grunted as he allowed his men to surround us. The shiny black SUV behind him blocking my escape.

I followed my gaze down to where he harshly gripped my arm, my hand was the size of a child's compared to his. My wrist looking like a twig in his hand. Yanking my hand out of his grasp I looked back up at him.
"Think about what." I smirked to only him as I bit my lip and turned, my heels clicking on the cement as I walked up to the wall of guards and stopped In front of them.

"excuse me gentlemen-" I said as I looked over my shoulder at Lorenzo who was staring me down like I bit off his dick. "-I have a party to attend to." I smiled as I kept my eyes on Lorenzo's. Only for him to break it and look towards the men blocking my way, nodding his head for them to move.

"I'm serious Serina, don't touch anyone." He growled as he clenched his teeth. The darkness outside made him look particularly terrifying.

I smiled as the men parted like the Jesus Sea, and I walked between them. All eyes on me as I walked up the steps and to the door. Hearing Lorenzo's distinct words before I left earshot
"Watch her closely."

•••

I often find myself letting my words get me into messes. Sometimes the darker part of me grabs hold and takes control of my body and makes me do un-smart things. That sounds cliché, because everyone these days has that 'dark side' of them.

But for me it's different, I don't conceal it inside me and all that bullshit. Because why would I? My insaneness is who I am, it's the special Ingredient in the Serina Pie.

Though Now I must admit that I have made a stupid laps in judgement. I am currently walking through a crowd of dangerous people all alone, everyone in the crowd was a stranger. Each person equally as different.

But I was mad, and as much as I wanted to  engulf myself into conversations with these beautiful billionaires I couldn't, not yet.

Many people looked me down, men glancing at my low cut top quite feverishly.

Curse my Beautiful boobies.

I eyeballed the bar and made my way to it, sitting down in the first empty chair.
"What will it be?" The tender smiled, his Snow White hair cut short with a razor and suddenly a plan resparked in my mind. "Hurry, You're the last drink before my break." He sighed.

"well then I guess it can be Dealers choice." I smiled and he finally looked my way, his eyes looking at me viciously and nodding a smile on his face as he poured 4 shots of hard vodka.

I grabbed the first shot and knock it back, feeling the liquid warm me up. Then I shot the second and then the third. "So what's a thing like you doing in a place like this?"he smiled, his voice thick with an accent that I couldn't quite place. Could be British, or possibly Russian. Maybe a splash of Australian.

While I was busy studying his words he cleaned my glasses and proceeded to fill them back up to the brim. Pushing them my way, a splash of liquor dripping onto the table.

"some piece of shit brought me." I smiled lowly as I slouched on the counter slightly, Tossing back another drink.

"Oh so you are taken?" He smirked out a question, and my body shook as I felt Lorenzo's eyes bore into me. I know he was somewhere close, he was always watching me somehow. He watched me all the time yet didn't care to actually see me.

"No, though I am trying to make some asshole jealous." I laughed slightly as I Flicked at the man's tie. He was hot enough, and I was in the mood to do something dangerous. So he would suffice.

"Nod for me to walk into the bathroom then" He smirked and I lifted my eyebrow.

"Wow so upfront. Usually I get asked to dinner first." I smiled as leaned down on the table. "I owe you one." I smiled before I winked.

I tilted my head towards the bathroom rather obviously and he smirked before he threw a towel over his shoulder. "You are a wild thing aren't you?" He laughed

I didn't respond though as I got off my stool and flicked my hair behind me, smirking evilly at the man as I walked away. My heels clicking on the floor as I moved to the bathroom.

Lorenzo came into my view, he was sitting on a couch. Surrounded by laughing woman, though I doubt he said something funny. He didn't have a humorous bone in his body.

All the woman practically begged for even a shred of his attention. I would die before I acted like one of those woman pleading at his feet.

Lorenzo's eyes locked onto mine from across the room, and I felt the bartender brush my arm as he walked into the bathroom first. Lorenzo's eyes turned into slits as he watch the man enter and then to me again as I went to follow.

He looked so pissed off. But I was mad, hurt, angry—jealous.

His eyes burning straight into mine before I winked and disappeared into the bathroom too.

I was in the mood for something dangerous, I needed to dull the ache in my chest. Even if this was stupid, and it was. I needed to dull the ache.

"This better not get me killed." The bartender laughed which knocked me out of thought. So I too just laughed, though I might have just did a bad thing again. He has no idea what he has just got in the middle of.

He walked up to me till I was against the wall, and I felt the old Serina fight to get out. The Serina who doesn't care if a guy fucks another girl. The Serina who does who she pleases. The Serina who sleeps with strangers.

"Want to go one step further and make him really mad?" He smiled as his lips met with me neck. His hands gripping onto the straps of my dress.

The sound of moans coming from Lorenzo bedroom filled my head, and echoed inside me like a never ended song.

His words—his fucking words; how he compared me to the girls he fucks, like I'm just a liaison or a whore he owns—

Fine Lorenzo.

If you want to call me a whore Lorenzo...then just let me show you.

I felt every ounce of jealousy spin I my bones And before I could even realize what I was doing I ripped off his shirt. His skin brushing mine, and his muscular arms wrapped around me.

His rough skin brushing against me as he lifted up my dress, my legs around his unfamiliar waist.

The person I used to be before Lorenzo echoing loudly with each item of clothes that was discarded. The moans of whores under Lorenzo doing the same.

Lorenzo, Lorenzo, Lorenzo

I didn't know the bartenders name, and I didn't care. The anger that burned me was dulled with satisfaction as he ripped open a condom and entered me. I gasped, my nails digging into the skin of his back. "You are a bad thing aren't you." He moaned as he fucked me.

"Shut up." I said in response. My hand going against the wall as I felt myself a smile on my face.

Fuck You Lorenzo.

So I made sure to moan with each thrust the man gave, just so I could spite Lorenzo.

Jealousy might look good on others, but I guess it brings out the worst in me.

what can I say except—oops, teehee my bad

You know I know no one expect this and all you nasty nasties thought I was really about to give you a Lorenzo n' Serina scene. But you know I could have done that but if you know me then you know I'm not about to make it that easy.

I am a wild soul, so expect a wild story baby

I was even so kind as to gave you a hint in the picture at the beginning, haha.

Don't hate me :)

Kisses

Xoxo- AbigalKnightly