Lover
Keep the heels
      But
Tear off that red dress
And set your teeth on
      Me in such a way
That I'll retaliate.

^^^^^^^^ This poem gave me fucking chills, and I don't know why. Enjoy the chapter lovers -Xoxo AbigalKnightly

Serina POV

Lorenzo's handheld me to him like a magnet on metal, his fingers pressing into my hip. His body was close.

Looking up at him, his gaze set forwards and he stance stiff. But I knew he was ready for anything, I don't think it is possible to scare this man. "Aren't people going to be suspicious—about all the bruises?" I whispered, as I looked at my arms grimacing at how many there actually were and just how they had got there.

Lorenzo being the stone cold bastard he was tho, didn't even look down at me to answer my question. But instead kept his gaze foreword like I didn't even say anything "No. The people here understand what's necessary to keep a woman in line."

Stopping in my tracks I scowl at him. "Are you fucking serious?". Women aren't supposed to be kept in line, and I definitely don't have the ability to sit still and pretty.

"Serina move."

Stepping up stairs, he practically dragged me to a set of doors. "No. Let me go." Pushing him off me I scowled at him, I think he let me push him away though. Like he wanted me to put up a fight. Because he wanted me to argue with him.

He was curious of what I'll do.

But Maybe this was my chance to run. To kick him in the balls, jump on a flight to Alaska and live in a cave for the rest of my life. "What are you going to do?." Lorenzo growled as he took a few steps to me catching my attention. "Are you going to run? Hide?"

"No. I was going to dig a hole in the floor and tunnel my way to safety." I said, as he kept getting closer. "You are such a-" I shoot back. But he stops me, taking yet another step closer to me. His hand moving to my hip, his one finger brushing the skin of my thigh. "a what Serina." He whispered lowly his anger pushing through in his husky words, as my mouth hung open from the contact of his skin.

How does he do this to me? Fuck him.

His eyes were hot. Like fire. Like a wildfire burning rapidly. Whenever he got close, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up and my lungs caught. My eyes felt like ice, and I knew his gaze was burning mine. But I couldn't look away, there was something about what dances hidden in his eyes that is so mesmerizing that I just can't look away.

When I didn't answer his question he shook his head and laughed lowly.

"You walk on a thin line Serina, one day you will slip-" His eyes studied mine, almost like he was trying to scare me. But it only half worked.
"-And no one will be there to catch you when you fall." He added, as he pushed off me, taking me with him as he continued down.

Biting my lip, chewing it between my teeth I whispered just loud enough for him to hear.
"Then I will catch myself." Because I always have, I didn't need anyone else to save me. And I never will.

We walked in silence after that, I didn't dare say anything else. And Lorenzo looked unreadable, his face like stone as people looked at us and whispered as he walked me into a casino.

I heard the slam of slot machines and the rolling of dice. I could feel my gambling addiction smile. "What is this-" I whispered and he gripped my side "no questions." He scowled and so I closed my mouth.

Licking my lips as I looked at all the people, begging for a win. Smoke from cigarettes and blunts filled the room, the black carpet stained with ash. But this casino was nothing like I have ever seen; it was bigger, fancier and everyone in it looked as if they could lose a million dollars and it wouldn't phase them.

But Lorenzo walked us past it all, to a private lounge, where a group of men sat. They were all dressed in suit and ties, and had cigars hanging from their teeth. "Lorenzo." One said as he sat up slightly, nodding in what seemed to be words unspoken.

The man was no more than 40, his hair still mostly black, but his greying stubble hinting his gaining age. His eyes were brown, plain and had one thing in it when he looked at me -Lust.

"And you brought a woman." He smiled, and the men around on the other couches laughed like he said something funny. All of the 6 men had their eyes on me, well none of them bothered to look me in the eye but rather my tits and where my vaginer was.

Pigs.

I wanted so bad to do what I was told, that kids safety was imperative to me staying quite. I knew Lorenzo wasn't joking that he would do what he promised if I didn't play the role he gave me. But every part of my being wanted to shoot some remark back at these sexist manwhores.

"Dimitri,I have a favour to ask." Lorenzo said emotionlessly, his eyes looking at who I guess is named Dimitri who spoke first. The pig with the brown eyes.

Dimitri chugged his drink, and sat back into the couch his one arm resting on the arm rest.
He chuckled, and looked up at us "the big bad Lorenzo DeLuca needs my help with something-?"

DeLuca? I swear I have heard that name before.

"-or someone". He continued. His confidence seemed high, almost as if he had never been told no. a lot of these men look like the word 'No' wasn't part of their vocabulary.

I went to take a step forward, but before I could Lorenzo intervened "I need information" his voice sounded angry. It was huskier than normal. His grip on me almost put me so I was standing behind him. "Leave now." He growled as he looked at everyone else, which made me look up at him. His voice held power, so much that it scared me.

Dimitri closed his mouth and nodded, sucking down the lump that I knew was in his throat.
He was scared.
All the other men stood up and walked away
—like on command— leaving the three of us alone. But Lorenzo turned to look at me, his hand pressing onto the skin of my back.
"Go sit down on those chairs, don't leave, and be a good girl. I'll come get you." He whispered close to my ear, which gave me some damn goose-pimples

"yes master." I shot at him as I mocked a bow, as I pushed away from him. My heels digging into the floor as I walked to where he told me. I hated being told what to do, like I was someone's to control.

Sitting down on the black lounger I sighed, as I looked around in a better light. The majority of people here were men, and if there were women they were hanging off the man's arms like trophies.

they looked clueless, brainless. And just stood there as they were ogled at and humiliated.
"You look lost." I heard a voice from beside me say, and I turned quickly to face it.

A man sitting broad shouldered and clean, and what seemed to be a cocky persona sat across from me. Licking my lips I said "not lost."

Actually I was technically a missing person.

He dressed in a nice suit, his tie black and loosened. If we went back to before my entire life went to shit-he would be the type I'd bring home. "I'm just curious, how are you looking like that—and are still sitting here alone?" He smirked.

"Oh I'm-" I said but before I could finish he moved closer to me, his hand coming on the part of the couch behind my head.

"Mind?" He asked, and I opened my mouth to interject but before I could my eyes met a familiar pair across the room, Lorenzo was looking at me almost like he was daring me to do what I was about to do.

truth or dare Bitch

"No. I don't mind." I smiled as I threw my one thigh over the man's leg, his hand gripped it and he smirked down at me completely oblivious of the grey eyes beast staring daggers at the both of us.

The way Lorenzo eyed me, it was intense. I knew Lorenzo was dangerous, whoever he was. And I knew he was something bad.
But I can be dangerous too, And I will be dangerous.

I might be scared, and I am most definitely stupid for playing games with a man who could kill me with one hand, but I can't help it.
It's in my blood to be reckless, so reckless I will be.

And even if I tried to be oblivious, I knew Lorenzo was watching. In fact, I kept my eyes on his as I leant back into the man, my hand going up into his sandy brown hair.

His eyes challenged me. So I challenged right back.

But I hadn't done anything wrong, technically. I was told to go, sit, and stay. And I have done that. Just with an extra character.

"So tell me your name". The man asked, and I looked over to him just for a second.
Licking my lips, I said "Crystal Methany." I smiled, laughing and internally praising myself at how fast I came up with a fake name.

"Did you say Crystal Methany?" The man asked, as I looked back towards were Lorenzo was, my eyes searching as I had lost him.

he was gone.

"Yeah that's me." I said as I scanned the room. Well shit fuck penis head that slippery scary mother fuck has vanished. "Okay well what are you doing here alone Crystal Methany?"

Looking back towards the man I looked at him "sorry what's your name again?" and he blinked, caught off guard by my question it seemed.I lifted an eyebrow, tilting my head to the side slightly. One of my bad habits.

I tilt my head to the side like a fucking dog when people confuse me. Fuck

The man's eyes went wide, like he saw a ghost. He leaned back away from me like I had the plague. "You're trouble." He opened his mouth to say. He hesitated, his eyes watching me.
He had wanted to stay, yet now he pushed me off him.

"I didn't know. Tell him I didn't know." He yelled at me. His voice rash, quick. He hesitated again. 'Him' . I blinked, I was curious.
"Tell him if I knew you were his-" he said as he tripped over a chair. he got up without finishing and walked off, looking back every few seconds.

I wasn't anybody's, I had wanted to say that to him. But he left.

I felt eyes watching me again. I felt eyes burn at the back of my head, like whoever was watching wanted to me turn. But I wasn't going to. No. That would be to easy.

So I stood.

My heels digging into the black ash stained carpet, the dim lighting from old chandeliers making the scene before me eerie. But staying on the couch, that was too easy.

Was I doing something dangerous? Maybe.

But staying where he said would keep me as a pawn in Lorenzo's game. But I wasn't his to keep. I wasn't his.

The bar. The was easy. "I'll take whatever will get me drunk the fastest, and a couple shots ." I said to the man behind the counter. He raised his eyebrow, and looked me over. "And scotch on Ice." I added. And he nodded as  looked at me.

"Are you with someone miss, woman don't order." He said, as he mentally undressed me. I looked up at him. Were woman nothing here?

I smirked, as I mentally poked his eyes out with a fork. "Ugh Yes, my sugar daddy is over on the slot machine. He asked me to get him something spicy, to help his chances."
He looked over my shoulder, and nodded. "Good enough for me."

He slid the drinks over, and I grabbed them. Quickly turning with my drinks, and sitting over on a new couch. Not the one he said, a new one. A different one.

Then I shot those hot shots like water, because I was like the shots, hot and dangerous.

I felt those eyes again tho, hot and dangerous. So I took a sip of the cinnamon drink, by the taste I knew it was aftershock.  "You didn't listen." Lorenzo said as he came and sat beside me.

"I got you a drink." I said to him. And he looked at my hand, as I handed it to him. "And you are right, I didn't." I added, as he looked at the drink that was now in his hand. The yellow like fluid looked like piss, I have never liked scotch.

"Why" he gritted his teeth, and his jaw was clenched. He was looking at my thigh, the one the man was grabbing.

Taking a sip from my drink, I looked over to him. Not to answer his questions, but just to look at him. I didn't want to answer.

"You test my patience Serina." He growled as he held his drink up to his mouth. And for a second I wondered if they would taste like liquor. "You forget what I am capable of." he growled lowly, his eyes were on my thigh like he was contemplating something.

Swallowing down a sip of my drink, The taste of it on my tongue. Maybe it was the sting of that drink that gave me confidence, or maybe I just didn't care anymore. "And you seem to forget that you are not my master."

His hand grabbed my thigh, he had decided, and he placed it over his. And I didn't move, because I was curious. My heart thumped in my chest, and I begged it to settle.

He didn't answer after that. He stayed quiet, But the way the tips of his fingers dig into my thigh I knew in his head he was RAGIN.

Taking a breath, the air felt hot. But yet it still felt like I was walking on cracking ice. "I am not yours." I whispered, feeling the sting of my words in the silence. "That man said to tell you-"

"That you belonged to me." He shot out, silencing me. But his voice was slow and angered, the way they slipped through his clenched teeth—I almost regret saying anything. Almost

But what good is a bird if it can't sing?

"Until I find out what makes you so fucking useful, you are mine Serina. My fucking property." He seethed, as grip on me tightened. Like a predictors teeth, sinking into its prey.

"you are only needed till your not Serina Accardi." Lorenzo spit, as he kept his gaze forward. "So keep testing me. Because I am counting the days till I can give you what a spoiled prissy brat deserves."

His tight grip on me loosened. He made his twisted point. So he stood, leaving me breathless. And he walked, well tried to.

Standing up, trying my best to ignore the blood that ran down from the marks on my thigh, I looked at him as he walked away.

"Till I wish I was dead right? that's what you said that night" I said, because maybe I do have a death wish. Maybe I do wish he had just killed me when we met. But my words-

made him stop in his tracks.

Serina's dress, it's hot as fuck I can't lie.