I might be angry, but I still fucking love you.

Serinas POV

It was cold. The room, it was cold.

My vision was blurred as I opened them to the light. Watched as a suns beam shown through closed drapes. But no matter how much sun poured in the room still felt cold.

I was alive?

Picking my hand up I brought it to my gaze, looking at my fingers dance. My chest lightened in a way, though pain still pinched at it.

I crashed the car. I killed Satan.

My eyes opened to a empty room, only the bed, a few machines and a mirror. Oh and Marco standing like bad news in the corner.

My head felt light, and my eyes were still a little blurry.

My lips were chapped, and my throat felt dry.

I don't remember much, but I remember Lorenzo in the car, and the shocks that lit up my chest. "Marco?" I said with a voice that barely reached a whisper.

Lorenzo. He wasn't here. Why wasn't he here

My body feeling heavy on the hard mattress. Using my elbows I pushed myself up. Though it hurt, I didn't really care.

Marco looked at me, though he didn't say a word as he walked up to me and held out the locket I had clutched to my chest before everything went black.

I shook my head as I looked at it, then to him. "What is happening." I asked, but by the fact that the room was empty all but for us—I already knew.

"I am so sorry Serina." He said as he swallowed. "He may be self destructing but he gave his orders, there's nothing I can do." His words confirmed my thoughts.

No.

"What are you talking about. Where is Lorenzo?" I said feeling both anger and sadness cloud me.

What does he mean self destructing?

He licked his bottom lip as he looked away for just a moment. "He is trying to keep you safe the only way he knows how. He think to protect you, you need to be away from him. He said it's what has to be done." He said once he looked my way again, only now any and all emotion in his voice was strictly business.

I shook my head as tears weld up in my eyes.

"A car is here, it will transport you to whichever city you desire. A house will be provided and you will be taken care of—"he didn't even finish his words, or maybe he did. But I couldn't hear him.

His voice turned to silence, and a ringing in my head turned all sounds to a blank nothingness.

He's letting me go. Lorenzo is leaving.

I felt myself become like a unused piece of paper. Blank.

"-you will not speak of what happened here, or our names or faces. If you do then we will have no other choice then to—"his words made me shoot my eyes back to him, as I grabbed him by his tie despite the pain my body gave off. 

Did they honestly think I'd betray them? After everything?

"Where is he." This wasn't a question, I demanded an answer. Though my voice hinted with my pain and my tears.

Lorenzo thinks that sending me away, giving me a house, letting me go to 'the city of my dreams' will make him leaving better?

But Is Lorenzo really doing this to protect me or himself?

"Serina..."he said, he has no intention of betraying Lorenzo.

"Marco." I cried, desperately. "Marco you have become my brother. More then Lucas ever was. Please, please you know that Lorenzo's is doing this out of fear—"

"His orders are law Serina..."he growled, as he pushed my hand off his tie and backed up. "Once you are ready to be moved, you will go. End of story." He yelled

Marco has never yelled at me before. Never.

My mouth hung open. But I can't blame him, he was protecting Lorenzo. He'd always watch his back. Even if that meant leaving mine open.

"And he didn't even have the decency to tell me himself?" I said as tears poured down my face now.

But I wasn't about to just get into a car and leave. If Lorenzo truly wants me to leave—he can tell me that to my face.

"He's protecting you, always remember that." He voice was stiff now as he set the locket down on the sheets beside me.

"Oh go eat it asshole." I spit at his feet out of anger
His eyes showing me a sad smile as he rubbed his jaw and left the room, his eyes meeting mine through the small window before he turned and locked the door from the outside.

His footsteps then fading down the hallway.

"No." I screamed as I pulled the covers over me back,  my body screaming as I threw my legs over the bed and stood.

My legs wobbling they threat to give way as I use my hands to catch myself on the bed. The locket I quickly sting around my neck. My body hisses as I pulled myself to the door, my hand grabbing the handle I pull at it fiercely

"Marco, let me out." I screamed as I jangle the lock, my fist pounding on the door. "You fucking bastard."
I growled as I hit my fist on the frame in anger.

Pulling my hands into my hair I rake my hair back, as I take pained steps away from the door.

This was not how it ends. Not if I can't help it.

Turning my gaze to the machines I take a breath, my knee was badly bruised—and every step hurt.

But I walked to the heart monitor that had been hook up to me, and grabbed it. Pulling at it until it unplugged from the wall. A loud beeping sound probably alerting everyone. The rest of the machines flatlined or went to zero without the beating of my heart.

My breath was heavy as I walked back to the door. Picking up the monitor with a painful groan I smashed the corner of small window on the door.

Limping on my knee I stick my hand though the shattered glass and fucked around with the nob on the other side of the door until it finally clicked open.

My upper arm was slightly cut but I simply rolled my shoulders as I opened the door. Using the wall I limped down the hall.

I heard people running towards the room I had escaped from, but I just kept walking.

I had no idea where I was going, Lorenzos Russian base was a lot different then any of the ones In America.

Though if I had to guess, based on what I knew...that If Lorenzo was still here, he'd be in Be in the nicer part of the base. The floors cleaner, the walls a painted grey.

"Mother fucker." I said as I grabbed my side, the white bandage staining with blood in the middle.
"Oh of course I rip my stitches isn't that just great." I said with both anger and concern.

Though I couldn't tell which emotion clouded me as I reached a stupid hallway that was the exact opposite of the one I was looking for.

The floors were cracked and blood filled cement. Claw marks from human nails digging into the floor and walls.

Though this hallway had only one door, and shit it looked scary.

Must be Lorenzo's brooding room.

I couldn't help but joke with myself. But when Marco Said Lorenzo was self destructing—did he mean he was punishing himself?

The floor to ceiling door was back with gold handles, and if the word intimidating could be a door this would be it.

And every suspicion was answered as the sound of a painful grunt echoed through the walls, a husky and angry growl that could only belong to one beast.

Blowing out a breath I walk to it, talking a second to breathe before I opened the room.

I didn't know what to expect when I opened the door, but the scene was a lot darker then I could have even imagined.

The room was only concrete, no windows. This wasn't a lush office, this was a prison.

This was what you'd think the rooms of hell looked like.

And a single man stood in the middle of it, Lorenzo's back to me his one hand dripping blood as if he'd hit something over and over.

His arms cut, not enough to cause any real damage but enough to make him bleed.

But that's what he wanted, he wanted to bleed.

So his Blood collected in a puddle beside him, as he just stood there in the dim light. A knife in his right hand.

I didn't know what to say, I couldn't even move.
He was punishing himself, hurting himself out of guilt and pain.

"Marco I said no disruptions." His voice was void, dead and broken. He was punishing himself. He'd hurt himself, he hit the concrete walls to make himself bleed.

All the anger I felt, all the rage, turned to pain.

He thinks he needs to punish himself, hurt himself before he can hurt me.

I didn't answer him, as I took a step inside the desolate room. My head turning to get a whole view of the room.

"Lorenzo." My voice was quieter then I wanted it to be. It sounded unsure. "Lorenzo put the knife down." I said, and to my shock he did.

The knife clattered to the ground beside him.

"I thought you had left." He said, with blackness in his voice.

"You should know me better than to think I'd just leave." I said, as I walked a meter away from him. His clothe-less back exposing his scars, exposing his demons.

The muscles in his back tightened, and he stood a little straighter as he felt my closeness. The healed scars around his spine flexed, and his fists clenched at his sides which made his bleeding knuckles turn white.

"Serina?" He growled, like he didn't believe it was really me, though he didn't look my way. I find it dumb, but I liked it better when he called me sparrow.

"If you think that I'll just leave, then you don't know me at all." I said with heavy breaths, hating the pain that reflected in my voice.

The muscles In his shoulders rolled out and I took a step back as he spun around. My mouth falling open as I looked at his face.

His eyes were red, and under them were sleepless bags. His hair was messy and not at all like his usual slicked back style. He looked—lost. He was coming off a high, maybe he was even drunk.

He took steps towards me, inches away. "You shouldn't be In here." He said like he was hell.

"You shouldn't push me away." I said as I too stood up straighter, despite the pain the erupted in my chest. "And you most certainly shouldn't have put shit in your system, you look dead."

"I'm trying to protect you." He growled loudly as he bared his teeth. "And don't tell me what to do woman, you're not my mother."

"Woman? Is that supposed to offend me?" I growled as I looked him up and down angrily which caused him to close his mouth and huff.

The air became fragil, one wrong word would shatter us both like glass.

"You aren't protecting me by sending me away." I said

"I want you to go Serina." He whispered "you will understand one day." He said, though he looked away as he said those words.

"You can't even look my in the eyes to tell me you don't want me anymore?" I said

He swallowed and his Adam's Apple bobbed, and a cut above his eye distracted me for a few mere moments.

"If you really want me to go, I will leave—." I said as I grabbed my side in pain and looked into his eyes. They were dark, and hurting.

"—Tell me to my face that you want me to leave, instead of via Marco, and I will go and you'll never have to hear from me again." I growled

Like a bullet he shot his eyes to mine "I want you to—"he went to say, but stopped himself as we eloped each other's attention. His grey coloured madness entrancing me.

His eyes however lowered to my side, worry phases him. "You ripped your stitches." His entire stance faltering.

"I needed to find you." I said "I couldn't let us end like this."

He rubbed his jaw and sighed. "But what if I can't protect you." Lorenzo said as he grabbed my shoulders as he noticed my week footing.

"I don't need protecting! I need you." I screamed, my voice echoing around the room, and it was like everything froze.

"Lorenzo if you think that I will just go on with my life after you ship me off to some random city, that I'll do yoga on Sunday's, join a walking group—or whatever normal woman do then you must be crazier then me."

"you can try to get rid of me, and I don't know if you want me, but..."I said, my words cut off as he pulled my body into his.

Not a word said as he sank down to his knees, bringing me with him he stuck his head into the crook of my neck. My breath hot as he held me, whispering some prayer into my skin.

I was shocked, and I placed my hand in his hair and he tensed. He tensed like he forgot I was here. Though his muscles stayed tight I pulled him closer still.

We were both lost

I was so much smaller than him, yet he still held me like I was the most important object in his life. He shook his head as he brough his eyes to me, they were red and broken "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He begged, his body shook as blood dripped from his hands.

My bottom lip shook as I placed my hand on his face "don't make me leave." I said "let me help you." A part of him smelt strongly of alcohol, his bloodshot eyes told tails of molly.

I ran my hand though his hair calmingly.
I wasn't the only one who was hurting.

"You deserve better Serina." He whispered as I watched him look down at his hands, stained with both his blood and the washed away stains of countless others.

"I don't care what is best for me, because I want you." I said, with a tear running down my cheeks.

His hands grabbed my face almost to make sure I was even real. "But I'll destroy you."

"Then destroy me, it doesn't matter." I cried as his eyes shifted over both of mine.

He could ruin every part of my being—and id still need him. He could cast me away, make me leave to
Egypt and I'd still come back to him.

I never really thought I had a family, but I do. It's Lorenzo.

"I am sorry."He said as he placed a kiss on my lips. It was a kiss that wiped the slate clean.

The kiss made all his mistakes wash away, the kiss made me forget everything I had done and all the promises I have broken.

There was no lips in the world that could erase the pain like his. As his lips devoured my own My arms wrapping around his neck as he lifted me up onto him.

This kiss, this was everything. It didn't matter if he didn't want me, it didn't matter if tomorrow wasn't going to be there. The galaxy shown behind my eyelids as his tongue swept my bottom lips.

When we pulled away his eyes focused back down on my side, his hand pressing upon it as he stands and helps me up. Dragging me close around the waist protectively.

"Owie." I complained jokingly and he looked down at me, a few guards ran down to the doors entrance catching both our attention.

"Sir. We didn't know she was capable of making it down here we apologize." The one guard said, which made Lorenzo look down at me.

I simply smiled innocently, which in turn made his features lighten.

"She's capable of a lot of things." He smiled, as he kissed my forehead as he looked back at the men.
"Get me doctors for her side and get me a plane, we are getting the fuck out of Russia."

I got ideas at like 4 am, so you know what who cares about collage. It'll be fine

I have worked too hard, written to much, and loved my characters too obsessively to stop now.

I don't give a fuck of you think I'm fake, because honestly that's your issue not mine.
You like to try to kick people when they are down? Well meet karma because one day it'll kick you in the ass baby.

Here's your update my loves, never let someone make you feel less then what you are.

Xoxo- AbigalKnightly