Merry Christmas.

I felt betrayal twist in my gut like a knife, and this dagger hurt me more then any one of Lucas's ever could.

In my dream Lucas stabbed my chest, But it feels now that Lorenzo took a dagger to my stomach and ripped it up to my heart.

My heart burned with pain. Is This what the retched feeling of heartbreak feels like?

It had been two days and I haven't left my room, I had found a new suite and locked myself inside. I couldn't face him.

I am the strongest bitch alive, but I can't even open the door. I can't.

The people in movies make heartbreak seem not as bad, dull down the pain; but what I felt now...I have never hurt like this before.

I hate everyone in this world, and often the world hates me—but Lorenzo's charm made me feel like maybe just maybe I finally was home.

Betrayed by the one you love, what could hurt more. I would rather be tied in a basement then feel the way I do now.

He has so much power,he had my whole soul and he didn't even care.

Lorenzo was going to sell me, ship me off to someone—like I was nothing to him. But of course after I let him sink his dick in he changed his mind.

I shook my head as I sat in the middle of the floor. The furniture around me was all broken, smashed to pieces courtesy of yours truly.

What a mess I've made. A beautifully disgraceful mess.

A knock on the door didn't make me look up, as about every hour Marco tried to get in. But right now I hate him just as much as I hate Lorenzo.

Fuck I can't even hate Lorenzo. Fuck, I can't believe I am those girls in those fucking mafia books. Always falling hard for the sinners who don't want them.

I don't chase men. I don't beg on my knees for their attention and love.

"Serina." Lorenzo's voice was cold, stiff. It sounded like the voice of the man I fists met.

I said nothing. But I bit my lip as I sat upon the messy floor.

"You can't just lock yourself in fucking rooms every time you get mad." He growled, he growled at me like what he had done was my fault. Like I drove him to it, and he blames me for it.

"I can do whatever the fuck I want." I said as I stood and walked so I was closer to the door.
The wooden frame the only thing between us, good it will stay that way.

"Serina-" he yelled

"Fuck off Lorenzo, I don't care." I said, my hand in my fist over my heart. My strong voice that echoed was a lie, and I knew he could tell it was. He knew how hurt I was, and he also knew I would never show him.

He doesn't deserve my tears, and he doesn't deserve to know that he is killing me.

"I have my reasons Serina." He said, and when I didn't answer he hit the door with his fist angrily.

He had his reasons, seriously?

"Go piss up a rope." I yelled after his hit finished echoing through the room. "I know what your reasons are, your mafia. Your stupid wealth and power."

"Serina-" He went to say but I whipped the door open so fast it silenced him.

"What. Is that not the fucking reason?" I asked.
Though as soon as I opened the door I regretted it. Just like I knew I would.

He looked fucked, he looked high as a fucking kite. His hair was messy and his suits buttons were undone halfway.

"Everything I have done is because it is who I am, I sell whores and break hearts sparrow. You should have known better." He said as he grabbed onto the doorframe.

I should have known better?

"Don't call me sparrow and don't switch this onto me." I said as I crossed my arms. "You are the one who chose to lie to me after all I asked of you was the truth."

"No matter how bad, whatever it was I just wanted honesty. But you still lied to my face repeatedly. Like you didn't even fucking care about the consequences." I said angrily

"This is the exact reason I didn't want to fucking tell you. You make everything so fucking difficult." He growled as he hit the wall. "When I found you I was going to do your skull in. But I thought with my dick and decided I'd rather keep you around so I could fuck you at least once." He said

"You were so god damn annoying always trying to escape, the second I found out what and who you were I posted your god damn photos all over waiting for a bite from someone. The daughter of the Accardi crime boss is worth a pretty penny." He smiled as he bit his lip and smirked.

He liked to hurt me with his words. Damn

"You know for a guy like you, who always talks about respect and honour, you would expect that you wouldn't be afraid to admit when you screwed up." I said

He stared at me blankly, his expression dark and emotionless.

"You told me I would be safe, that I didn't have to worry about the monsters In the world. But little did I know-" I tried to say, spitefully. But I was interrupted

"Say it." He growled in anger. Hurt laced his words. But he didn't really feel bad, this was just a trick. Right?

"Little did I know you were just like the everyone else." I said coldly, my heart dropping as the words left my mouth. I watched as he inhaled a breath, and stood up straighter.

I felt a tear run down my cheek as I wrapped my arms around myself. "I love you. But you still lied and kept things from me." I said with a slight laugh.

He just stared at me, and said nothing.

"You promised me the world and I fucking believed you." I said as I wiped the one tear away. I don't cry in front of people.

Lorenzo though kept his gaze on me like I was see through. Till he broke it and turned away, starting back down the hallway. "Did you ever love me?!" I screamed almost desperately As I walked out after him.

"Because you cant tell me you didn't feel it, that you didn't feel something." I screamed when he didn't answer, though he kept waking "Lorenzo." I growled

Though like a dime he spun to face me, stopping me in my tracks. "I don't." He yelled "I don't love you, I will never fucking love you Serina. " he growled in such a way that I took a step back. My mouth hung open but I closed it as I searched his face.

Emotionless.

He stared at me, almost to mock me for a few moments before he turned back and started waking again down the narrow hall.

•••

I heard Marcos voice from behind me as I stood looking down the empty hallway. I don't know how long I've been standing here, but I couldn't move.

I feel so stupid.

How could I have let this happen? I am not this type of girl, I don't beg to be loved by a man who doesn't want me.

I feel out of place. I can't be here anymore.

I felt him walk up behind me, as I heard the singing of his phone as prominent as a dogs bark. And I got an idea, a terrible idea.

"Serina?" Marco said and I quickly spun to face him. "What happened?"he said almost nervously as he looked at my face.

"Nothing." I said as I looked at him blankly.

"Well it's not nothing because Lorenzo is-" he went to say but I quickly stopped him

"I don't care what he's doing. I don't want to hear about him." I said I looked down at his open phone that was tucked in his pocket.

How do I get its? I asked myself.

I felt absolutely nothing, I felt like a canvas with no paint. My chest hurt so bad that I feel I could get shot and not feel the pain it would cause.

Looking to Marco I forced a tear to fall out of my eye—and he looked both shocked and scared as I pulled him into a hug.

He said nothing but gently wrapped his arms around me, given he was way taller then me and probably looked like he was hugging a small dog.

Slipping my hand into his pocket I slowly grabbed his phone, and stuffed it into my bra.
Patting him on the back I pushed him away.

"Thanks I'm all better now." I said as I walked back into my room. Grabbing the door to close it, though Marcos hand stopped it.

"Serina." He said as he looked at me.

FUCK HE CAUGHT ME.

"Lorenzo cares about you. Everything he did, he did—"he said as he looked into my eyes. He was trying to excuse what Lorenzo did. What he did.

"For a reason? Not like I haven't heard that before." I said as I pushed the door closed and turned the lock. Sliding down the wood I grab his phone, the bright screen lighting up the dark room.

His background was a picture of a little girl, she looked a lot like him—so I came to the conclusion it was his sister.

The phone was pretty much blank, except a couple apps. There were no games, photo apps or social medias. So my pointer instantly clicked on his messages.

Part of me felt bad for doing this, but I needed to know. I needed the truth, and I sure as hell was not asking Lorenzo.

The first message was to Lorenzo, and I felt my heart drop a little more as I looked at it. The second was an unknown number—and I quickly clicked on it and scrolled up.

Stopping at a point at where I saw my name.

'Serina Accardi will be staying with us.' Marco has said to the person minutes ago And quickly bubbles popped up signalling the person was typing.

'Is that so?' The person had responded back, along with a imagine attached.

My hand went over my mouth as I looked at the picture sent. Three men—men I have seen, men I have talked to—tied up and bloody, tortured.

'We will execute someone everyday she isn't returned.' The person said 'and he won't stop until every last man, woman and child of Lorenzos family is laying in their own blood.'

Whoever this was, whoever wanted me is going to great lengths to get me.

I will not let people die because of me. Too many people have died already.

My hands shook as I struck the keyboard,a tear dropping to the screen. I never thought a text could hold so much power.

'You can have her, our base at 9.' I sent before I placed the phone at my side and pulled my knees to my chest.