Sorry I have been dead I was forced to go camping. And there were no air mattresses so I slept on rocks for a week straight. It also poured rain for 3 nights And I was scared the whole time that a spider was going to crawl up my butt or into my mouth or something. So that's my excuse. Your welcome

Also, like the new cover? Or just stick with the old one
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"What?" He said. But he had heard.

I felt like a vixen as I stood behind him, all flustered in my stupid short red little dress. He sensed me as I walk up behind him, closer. I was scared; I could feel it radiate off me. I know he could feel it. I think he liked that I was scared of him.

I regret letting him touch me. But my skin burned to touch his, this was all so fucked up and yet-here I am. Playing games with my brothers killer. Lorenzo was supposed to kill me too, he should have. But he didnt, and I cant even imagine why. Why am I useful to him, as he said. I'm 21 and I lived with my brother on a hill In LA that is probably named after some old dead white guy.

I'm not exactly the poster child for Usefulness

"When you killed Lucas you said you were going to keep me until I wished I was dead," I say right back as I approach him. I felt like I was approaching a wild animal and trying to poke it with a sharpened stick. "why?" I asked. My arm went to touch him, I wanted to touch him. fuck.

But he turns quick, quicker then I could react and grabbed my hand, his action brought us closer. He towered over me, that was clear. He was big, his suit exenterated every muscle that was hidden under the expensive fabrics. And yet I kept myself from stepping back.

The corners of his mouth turned up into a slow smile. The smile looked sinister though. He stands there in front of me, in the middle of the private lounge. He wanted me to react somehow, to step back or flinch away. He wanted me to do what he was used to seeing from woman.

He wanted me to submit.

But the only thing I submit is my mobile order at McDonald's.

"Your just like him." Lorenzo spit, his words so sharp that I thought they were going to cut me.
He stood a foot away, the air around us felt cold, bitter.

My head feeling light from the drink I had, I guess maybe it wasn't the best idea to get something hard core.

"Who?" I asked, in a whisper. But it held my curiosity immensely.

Lorenzo tho, looked as if he lost his. He didn't look curious at all anymore, he looked like he wanted to hurt me. Not physically, but mentally.

He ignored my desperate question and continued on. "You are just as ignorant and self destructive." He grabbed a piece of hair that had fallen loose and tucked it behind my ear.
"Like him, you believe your actions don't have consequences."

my eyes glossed over as I looked up at him. "What actions?" I asked, people were looking at us as they walked by, the private room cut off only by a open curtain. "You don't look like him tho. You have that false bravery that I admire—but you really don't look like your daddy." He smirked, as he looked down at me.

"How do you-" I stuttered.

"Your brother tho—looked just like him. It's uncanny really." He interrupted me. "To bad he had to die." He whispered down at me. He wanted to hurt me.

I sucked in a breath, and my lungs hurt. Lorenzo wanted to see me cry, he wanted to hurt me.

I looked at the floor for just a second, our feet close to touching. I blinked away a tear, and looked up at him. "You know what. Do whatever you want with me." I said and he stayed still as he watched me. "Hit me, kill me, get your goons to come attack me in the
Night—" I grabbed his tie, and pulled his head down to me."—But at the end of the day I'm still the girl that won't bow to you."

"Oh sparrow you will." He said back. "You're not as strong as you think you are." He smiled.

"And neither are you." I drunkenly smiled.

I went to walk past him, I wanted to leave him on that festering remark I made. Because honestly I'm proud of myself for coming up with that. But alas he grabbed my arm, stopping me. "What did you drink?" He growled, as he looked over at my glasses. My numerous glasses.

"None of your fucking business bitch, let me go." I said. As I stumbled to the side slightly.

He stayed quite. But grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder. I landed with a thud on his back, as he held my legs flat to his chest. His hands dangerously close to my booty.
"You want to act like a child fine. Then be treated as such." He said as he started walking, and as we walked out of the lounge I saw people staring and whispering their little secrets.

Some girls giggling like wafe's. Bitches.

But it was the comment of a man we past that made my skin crawl. "I'd like to throw that ass over a lot more then just my shoulder." The man tried to say it quietly but I heard, and by the way Lorenzo stopped I knew he heard too.

The entire room hushed, like someone had dropped dead. and it wasn't until Lorenzo started walking again that I realized—that's exactly what happened, the man dropped dead like the low cut jean phase.

Lorenzo shoved me into the back of the stupid limo and I watched as he tucked his gun back into his waist band. My hair was now messed from being up side down and I blew it out of my face as I looked at him. "You killed him." I asked, but I wasn't really asking, I knew the answer already.

When I drink it's a funny thing, I become calm, yet I can be crazy and even more spontaneous and wild.

He stared me down, and say absolutely nothing. I sat across from him, in a sickening silence.

Till he opened his mouth to say "come here."
He had said that before, and I had said no. I should say no again.

I looked at him flatly, my mind and body quite literally at war with each other. "Serina." He said, as he sat with his back against the black leather seat.

Standing I looked at him as I took a step towards him. His silver eyes glanced at me, he looks like he's holding himself back. Like he wanted to get up and grab me. I saw it by the tightness he held in his body, and his chest moved up and down almost in anticipation.

His tie was loose from my legs pressing on his chest, and the top button of his collar was undone. I saw the black inked skin on his chest begging to be seen. I scolded myself that I wanted to see them, observe them, touch them. To trace my fingers along the many ridges of his torso.

I scolded myself for wanting to know how he would react to my touch, would he flinch? Would he push me away? Would he retaliate?

He stayed watching me I stopped in front of him, he looked like whatever self control he had was faltering. Interesting. He still held that eternal anger in his eyes, but his eyes also held something dominant and animalistic.

Then My curiosity got the best of me, again, as I walked up and between his legs. And I reviled at the fact that he didn't push me away, or hell he didn't even touch me.

My body tingled, but I could tell if it was from the drinks or him.

I stood close to him, between his legs. The air was hot, too hot. "Serina, sit." He growled, as he didn't take his eyes from mine.

Sit.

I smiled, once again feeling like a vixen. "Or what?" I whispered, as I placed my hand on his chest. His tattoos swirling and tainting my mind.

He grabbed my wrist tightly, but didn't take it away.

"Sit." He repeated, and to my surprise—I did.

Swinging my legs on either side of him, I felt dangerous. But that little voice in the back of my head still told me this was wrong.

But I couldn't stop. I was irrational when I was tipsy.

"You listened. For once." He said plainly, as he brought his murderous hands to my hips. The short dress riding up slightly, his hands on the wrinkled fabric that felt thin at his touch.

I took my hands and placed them on his shoulders. I felt as if I was touching a fucking wild animal and that I had to move with caution.

Looking at him, my fingers smoothing over the fabric of his suit. "No. I am doing what I want." I said "not what you asked."

He lifted me up further on him, and sat forward causing me to gasp slightly.
"Why couldn't you have been some old unattractive man?" I growled as him. It would be so much easier for me to resent him if he wasn't quite literally the hottest man alive."Keeping you alive complicated things for me." He said. "You are a problem for me".

"I'm a problem for you?" I laughed as I sat back. "That's fucking hilarious.". If was such a problem then why is he taking me to casinos and giving me a room.

Shit don't add up.

He looked me over, gazing at my body that was sitting on him so dangerously. "It could start a war sparrow." Lorenzo growled at me, like I was supposed to know something that I didn't.

"Well doesn't that suck." I smiled, those four tequila shots making me buzz "for you." I added.

"I'm only told you that because I doubt you'll remember it." He said, as he brought his left hand onto the back of my neck, gripping my hair in the process. "You like drinking don't you?" He smiled and I nodded
foolishly.

"well sparrow, since you wont remember maybe I should tell you all about-" Lorenzo smiled as his lips brushed the skin on my neck. My head tilted so he could have all the room he pleased.

"Boss, we are here." The driver said Interrupting us. Lorenzo sat back and looked at me like he had done something wrong as I closed my eyes and swayed.

But I knew we were wrong to had liked the feeling of each other. But that was a worry for later, right now I'm out

Lorenzo POV

I grabbed her quickly off me and laid her on the seat beside me, she was passed out now. My dick pushing hard up against my draws, my head picturing all the ways I could take her. But as I looked at her peaceful figure I hated that I didn't want to hurt her.

I could hurt anyone, I had no remorse for the dead or the living. Because everything dies eventually. But something was stopping me from touching her.

I don't rape anyways. Not that I need to, I have any woman I want ready to drop their lace panties. Except for Serina.

She was different. Different was bad. She was bad.

The car door opened and I got out, My driver looking at the drunkenly passed out woman in the seat. "Shall I escort her to her room?" He asked, and I looked down at her too.

She lied flat on her stomach, her thumb brushing her lower lip. Serina's black inky hair a mess over her shoulder. Seconds ago my hand was laced in her hair, pulling at it.

My gut twisted with jealousy at the thought of someone else touching her skin. Because she was my property, she was a collateral incident. Until I get what I want she is mine.

"No." I said sharply. "I will take her". I clenched my fists, as I quickly grabbed her. My arm supporting under her knees and around her back. Her head resting on my shoulder. Her hand grabbing onto me. She was small compared to me. Like a Sparrow she was Fragile, but tough.

The driver looked at me for a second before nodding and closing the door.

It made Serina stir, and I looked down at her as I walked. Her eyes fluttering under her eyelids, her lips parted.

I made it to the hallway, only to see a curios Marco standing against the plaster wall. "What spit it out." I growled as he smiled at me.

"Nothing I didn't say anything." He smirked as I walked by him. Marco was one of the only people I had close, inner circle, he was someone I trusted.

I don't like people being close, being close to me was dangerous. Because when they get close, they betray you.

Marco laughed lowly as I continued on, making my way to her room. I find myself asking why the fuck I gave her a room. This would all be easier if I left her to rot in that cell.

But a part of me didn't want that. A small wicked dangerous part of me.

Walking to her messed bed, the covers sprawled on the floor. God she is messy. Laying her down I unwrap her from me, her claws digging into me like she was a wild animal.

Finally I detached her from me, and turned slinking to the door. I laughed slightly, as I looked at the scratches on my arm. That sound was foreign on my lips, so I silenced myself.

Grabbing the door nob I opened the door, only to hear the creak of the bed which caused me to look back. She was sitting up now, her back turned to me.

She seemed to have no clue I was here.

Her small fragile fingers gripped the hem of her dress and lifted it over her head, her bare back to my view. Her black hair melted down her back, her skin looked smooth. Touchable.

I felt my grip on the door nob tighten.

She looked so fuckable, but she was pure. Innocent. Not like me.

I saw the black thin strap of her thong, and I clenched my teeth at the thought of ripping it off her.

But I stopped myself. And I shook my head. What I was doing was dangerous.
What she is—what her family has done. I can never. She's my ransom, my gain in power. Nothing else.

So I closed the door, regretting it. "Lorenzo isn't staying the night?" I heard Marco say as he walked up to me, my eyes hot on the door that I could so easily still open.

"Shut up." I growled and he did, but I saw the way his smirk stayed on his lips.

"Watch this door, no one in. No one but me touches her, got it?" I growled, and he straightened.

"Yes boss." He said as he looked at the ground.

And I looked at the door once more before I walked back down the hallway.

As I wondered what her innocent hand would feel like on me.