Oh Baby she doesn't fear you. But good try.

Lorenzo POV

She didn't say a word.

She Didn't even make a sound as she tipped back the glass bottle and downed the scotch like water. Her eyes sharp on mine, as she swallowed the drink she hated—yet drank now like she loved.

Marco had told me, that for every moment she had been there, she had kept a bottle of scotch clutched to her chest.

Her eyes were traced with questions, yet I knew whatever I'd answer, wouldn't be enough.

She disconnected the bottle from her lips, and slammed it on the table, the sound mixing around the large open room as the liquor sloshed around it's cage.

Spillage of the liquor was left on her lips, and with her eyes on mine she wiped it away with her finger, before sucking the poison from her thumb with seductive intentions.

"Sparrow." I grunted as I shook my head and leant back in my chair, my own glass of scotch feeling heavy in my hand.

The room was large, yet It felt too small for the two of us now.

"Don't—" her words were hostile, her eyes burning, yet she spoke slowly and with a ploy to entrance . "I am not your sparrow today." Serina bit, as she sat forward in her seat.

"You are always mine." I said quickly, forcefully, and she looked at me wide eyed before she sank bank into her chair.

"Yours?" She scoffed manically. The glass window wall beside her reflected her every aspect.

She looked crazed, reckless. Wild.

I felt my voice come from my chest, "yes, sparrow." My words echoing loudly, causing her to raise her eyebrow like she was not even the slightest bit fazed.

She smiled, lowly, almost to herself as she stood. The dark room lit with the undertone of red lights that bounced off the black furniture.

"Then why try to be rid of me?" She said as she stood up, her eyes on mine as she walked up to the window.

The blackness of the night contrasted to the sunrise that just barely peaked past the horizon.

Her eyes like diamonds, they sparkled with lust and desire, yet were sharp like an edge of a stone.

Serina's hands moved down her body as she kept her eyes on my own, as I opened my mouth "I did no such thing." I growled furiously as I sat up in the chair, sitting meters away from where she stood against the window.

She didn't respond, yet kept her eyes dead on me as she let her eyes trail down my body teasingly.

Her breath caught in her throat as she stared at me, my own hands clenching as I gazed over her figure and how her hand looped around her top and forced it down slightly.

Exposing more, if not all of her chest.

Desire, Lust, need. It begged to burn between us

Yet before I could stand she turned, with a smile, as she showed her front against the glass—for the whole world to see.

"Serina." I growled as I stood, my words making the room even smaller. But I think she wanted that. "I have men outside this window."

Her back flexed as she placed her hands too against the thick bulletproof glass.

A laugh left her lips, rhythmic and low, as she turned and faced me once again. Her shirt covering her chest, she'd put it up just before she had turned, and I let out a breath of relief. "Calm down, I would never actually do that." She snarled, but a small smile came on her face as she enjoyed to see how I looked when she 'riled me up'

But now she was the one who looked crazed, looked wild

Not even an hour to us being home did she try to provoke me. But The car ride had been deadlier, silent.

And Serina—she was never silent.

We'd gotten back to the base earlier yesterday morning, yet Serina barricaded herself in a room until just a few hours ago, when I had gotten her out and was able to coax her into a conversation in the sitting room.

This room.

"Lorenzo." She mocked with seduction laced within her words. Yet I knew it was a trap. Her chest rose heavily as she continued "the great Lorenzo DeLuca, Master of the mafia and the king of lies." Her voice whispered the last part as she walked up to me.

Like she wanted to watch me restrain from grabbing her, and—

"I won't apologize again." I said angrily as she circled me, her hand running along the fabric of the chair as she moved around me slowly.

So antagonizingly slow.

She stood behind me, and I swore I felt her hand inches away form the crevice of my spine, where the first lash started, the feeling of her skin just inches away from mine. I could still sense her touch, even through the thickness of my suit.

yet before any words were said she pulled away.

"I know you won't." She smiled, as she finally reached my front again. "because I know you don't truly feel ashamed of what you have done."

I smirked as I looked from the ground back to her.

"I heard you." I said, and it made her do a double take. "I did heard you on the pavement, I did hear your screams." I uttered as I let the sounds of her agony play like a symphony on repeat.

I hadn't been able to get the sound of her screaming, and the look in her eyes—the terrified and horrific look—out of my head. Her screams have been set on repeat in my mind, for weeks. "I have heard your fucking screams every second of every day since you left."

"If you heard my pain...then why didn't you fucking respond to me on the pavement when I needed you?"she called for an answer, an answer that would never be good enough.

She stared openly at me, like she too played the memory. Her eyes scanning my genuineness.
Serina cleared her throat after a moment, as she took a step back, "and Lorenzo I didn't leave. " her words were bitter as she clenched her teeth. "I was taken away. Hoping that they would had have just kill me then, so I could die beside you." She spit truthfully, as she wrapped her arms around herself.

Her shoes clicking as she walked back over to the bottle and she tipped it back again.

"You hate scotch." I called out as I rubbed my face, her eye shooting back to mine.

"Well the death of the person you love can change you." She whispered spitefully, like she was implying that I was actually dead. Like I didn't come back to her. "Abandonment can make a person different." she whispered angrily under her breath.

I felt anger rise in my chest like a storm, and In my eyes—I knew she could see it, because she froze. My lips parted, as I let my words fall. "You can hate me Serina." I growled her name like thunder and she blinked with eyes narrowed. "But I am standing here, I came back to you, so don't ever say that I abandoned you if you are choosing to be cold to me in response to that."

She stayed silent for a moment before she gripped the bottle and chucked the glass at me, the bottle shattering on the floor.

Into a bunch of deadly little pieces.

"Well what do you fucking expect me to do Lorenzo?" She hissed "just pretend that these past few weeks didn't happen? Pretend that I didn't wish myself dead next to you?"

I closed my eyes, the image of her blood spilling because of me made my entire body numb.
"Stop." I uttered, her death flashing in my head.

"Or what Lorenzo" She scoffed as she turned her head to the side, watching my face still, like a part of her deeply wanted me to react in a dangerous way.

And so I lost control, and that grip I had on my self control came untethered.

In less than a moment I had her body in my grip, a gasp coming from her mouth as I forced her down onto the chair.

Our skin touching in ways it hadn't for weeks, and not even she could deny the way her body practically gave Into me, despite her anger and every other poisoned emotion that stirred between us.

My hand gripping her neck with light pressure, while her hands pressed on my chest—but she recoiled, like she was fearful to touch me.

Fearful of what it would mean.

My breathing was heavy, and hers all but stopped as I said "Do not test me" my voice thick with dominance. "Not when I've been without you for weeks."

Her eyes wavered over me, like a doe, before she titled her head away from me stubbornly.

She wouldn't give in to me, not yet, I knew that.

I sighed angrily as I pushed off her, and stepped back. Watching her force herself further into the cushion.

Goosebumps all over her skin, her eyes blazing a wildfire.

Her eyes were conflicted, her body full of rage but her mind was like a open field. But I knew that field would be lined with traps.

I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to release the tension from my body. But when I failed I shook my head, and turned, taking the key from my pocket and unlocking the door.

Yet before I could step out Her words rang to me.

"You said you could hear me calling you on the pavement. What did it feel like to not answer?" She called out with curiosity masked with her anger.

What did it feel like?

It hurt more than the shot did.

It felt like my chest had been ripped open, that my heart was torn apart and my mind was set on fire.
It felt like a hundred deaths would be better than watching her be torn away from me again.

There was no pain as great of knowing I had failed her. That I was truly not enough to keep her safe.

I opened my mouth lowly, and her eyes watched me intensely. "I once told you the lashes on my back were the worst pain in my life." I said, and her eyes glassed over and her body tightened at the realization. "But I was wrong, that moment was a greater pain."

Serina's POV

I sat frozen in the chair, my hand gripping the chair arms so hard I though my nails would rip through the fabric.

His touch lingered on my skin, oh how I had missed that feeling.

To feel my anger numbed by his touch, was like slipping into a state of Ecstasy—of course I will never tell him that.

I brought my right hand to my neck, overtop where his had so delicately been minutes ago.

The pressure he applied called for my obedience, yet he didn't push too far—in fear of destruction.

I smoothed my hand over my neck, as I looked at the shards of glass on the ground, and how the liquor spilled upon the marble tile.

But the liquor flashed red like his blood and I forced my head away. My eyes closing as his death scanned my vision.

Before I could even register what I was doing my hand was on the door nob. My vision blurred with anger as I ripped the door open.

The guard posted outside turned and faced me quickly, blocking my way with hollow eyed.

"Miss, Mr.Deluca has asked that you stay—"
he started, like he actually thought he'd be able to reason with me and convince me to stay inside this room like a fucking prisoner.

"Move." I growled, my voice like the shards of glass on the ground. The sunrise now reflecting off them and staining the room with a more golden tint,

"Mr.Deluca said—" his voice crossed.

He was much taller, and was the size of a fucking gorilla, I could never win this fight.

"Well I say." I growled and his face stilled, and he hesitated for just a moment. "Get the fuck out of my way, or I will kill you." I smiled

He let himself think for just a moment, before he swallowed and stepped out of the doorway. Opening up a hallway of possibilities to me.

"Where is he?" I asked as I stepped out of the room, freedom and power grasping me.

"In a meeting. down the hall, last door on the left."
His words were crystal clear, as he stood straight and out of my way.

Without an answer I walked back down the same hallway I had walked down with Lorenzo earlier, still not quite sure where I was going.

But hell, I have always been lost.

the man's words filled my head again.
down the hall, last door on the left. In a meeting.

My heart pumped as I played a conversation in my mind, of what I would see, or what I would say. And as I reached the door, I wasted not even a second as I pushed thought it.

All eyes snapped to me as my eyes skimmed the room.

A big metal table, stacked high with bricks of white powder. Men the size of monsters stood around it, with Lorenzo in the middle of it all.

"Get her out of here." He growled to a guard that was posted by the door I had just barged though. The guard did indeed grab my arm, in an effort to usher me out and keep me in the dark.

Lorenzos face looked so serious, but I saw his expression almost soften as he looked my way. He always did look at me differently then how he looked at everyone else.

I just shrugged the guards hands off me in a fit of rage and The men around the table smirked at me, like I was a clueless woman with a whores fate. "let her stay."  A strange man spoke, the accent in his voice told me almost immediately that he was of Italian decent. And he eyed me like I was bunny in front of a group of wolves.

"Mr.DeLuca I didn't know you would be providing us dessert." Another laughed, The strangers eyes sick with the want to undress me in front of the men like a Barbie doll.

Lorenzos eyes turned deadly, sharp. "Get her out," his teeth ground together, his hand resting on the gun tucked into his waistband.

His breathing heavy, and wild.

Just like mine.

With a smile I moved out of the grasp of the guard and stepped forward to the grey table, the 7 men surrounding all had mixed expressions on their faces.

3 looked curious, interested that I had even had the balls to stepped foot towards the table.

3 more looked starving, eyes like lions as they waited for a chance to devour me.

And the last man, Lorenzo, looked deadliest of all.

When I placed my hands on the metal, I leant forward, my eyes staring daggers Into Lorenzos.

"Gentlemen." Lorenzo scoffed as he kept his eyes on mine. He looked like he had to put every ounce of restraint into not killing every man that surrounded the table. "This is Serina Accardi. My—" he started but before he could finish I said

"I am his assistant. I came here to tell him that it's time for him to take his viagra pills." I smiled with my head tilted.

The room silenced, not even the sound of breathing was heard. The men lowered their heads and smiled.

"Everyone get the fuck out. We will finish this later." Lorenzos voice shot through the silence like an arrow, and the men turned their heads to him almost in confusion. When no one moved he said "now." His words final.

And the once cocky men, bowed their heads, despite the looks on their faces and exited the room, escorted by the guard that was supposed to have forced me to leave.

I smiled lowly once the door was closed as it was just me and Lorenzo in the small room. My hands grabbed one of the bricks of snow, just as he said.
"Serina" He growled, as he slammed his fist down on the table. In an effort it command me.

"That's my name." I said as I kept my eyes on the brick.

"You disrespected me in front of my council." He growled. "They will expect that I punish you for your disobedience."

Bringing my eyes up, I slam the brick down, making the table quiver. His eyes flashing lowly. "Then punish me." I said, words dripping hot with seduction, and his face scrunched and his chest tightened.

When he didn't speak again I crossed my arms.
"If you seriously think that you can play macho mafia man and scare me then you can suck your own dick," I growled.

"Do you think this is a joke?" He snarled

I ignored his questions to speak
"Once again your fucking reputation—" I start, but he cuts me off swiftly.

"This isn't about my god damn reputation Serina. This is about being realistic. Not everyone in the fucking world will put up with this attitude you have." He growled "those men that I threw out, will not forgive easily."

"So what. You are the boss aren't you?" I said as I crossed my arms.

"Serina They are responsible for taking care of the business I can not attend, because I am too busy dealing with you. I cannot have them thinking you have made me go soft."

"So you caring about me and you being an actual fucking human being is my fault?" I asked, as I crossed my arms.

"That is not what I said." He sighed angrily.

"You are an asshole." I whispered as I shook my head.

"Serina If they think I have gone soft they will take away the problem." He said. "To them, this family is more important than outsiders."

I shook my head as I looked away from him.

I should have never came in here.

He might not have the fucking guts to kill me, but this part of him didn't have a problem stabbing me with his words.

"I hate you." I spit as I walked to the door.

"Funny you say that every time, yet you still come back to me." He spoke just as I reached for the knob to exit.

"That's not what this is." I tried to say, but my words were short lived

"If it wasn't true, you would not have came here, you wouldn't have come in here seeking me."

His words making my body stop. A dangerous admission leaving my lips "Well I guess that's what happens what you love someone Lorenzo." I scowled.

His entire body went to stone as the words left my lips. And his hand that was in a fist on the table, turned into a palm laid flat against the metal.

"What does it take for you to give up on me?" He sighed lowly, as he walked to the couch that rested against the back corner.

My eyes watching as he sat down, and leant back with a groan.

"Apparently more then all of this." I sighed just as loudly, as I pressed my back against the doorframe.

The scotch finally starting to kick in.

"I am not good for you Serina, you have to know that by now." He sighed as he put his elbows on his knees.

I know he is not good for me, I know that we are messed up, but a life with him, is better than a million years without.

"Well considering what you said today, I am pretty sure I am the one who's not good for you." I said as I walked forward and around the table, stumbling slightly.

Stopping just in front of where he had been standing moments ago.

"you know that you are the best thing that has ever happened to me." He growled, and suddenly the temperature of the room shifted as he watched me carefully.

"You hurt me again Lorenzo." I sighed as I looked to the floor.

"Because I am a fucking idiot." He growled as he stood up, and took a few steps to me. His hand gripping under my chin and lifting it up, so our eyes would meet again.

"I thought you were dead." I said, my lip quivering ever so slightly.

"I know." He said,  and I don't even know how it happened but his body was just an inch away from mine.

And I could tell that the space begged to be closed.

"Lorenzo." I whispered his name, and all the anger I felt, all the grief and pain shot between us as he pulled my body to his and wrapped his arms around me.

His embrace fuelled my storm yet calmed it at the same time.

"Serina." My name was desperate on his lips.

my arms were wrapped around his neck, and his head buried into my shoulder as he walked back and collapsed onto the chair again. "You are drunk." He smiled, but I just burried my body into his warmth.

God he was so warm.

My legs on either side of him, his hands firmly on my hips, so tight It stung in the best of ways.

"Probably." I laughed slowly, and he swiped my hair out of my face so I could see him.

Our chests pressing together, our noses brushing and our eyes igniting each other with hellfire.

"Will you still hate me tomorrow?" He asked

"Maybe." I sighed as I just let myself fall into him, letting out bodies touch, but not too closely. Enjoying the silence, and avoiding the cold lack of words.

But I swear I heard the 7 sins curse our names.

I AM SORRY I TOOK SO FUCKING LONG, But I was redoing my room, and I was too anxious waiting by the window waiting for Amazon to deliver my shit to write :)

Anyways, I AM SO EXCITED.

Honest opinions only,

If you were In Serina's place...Would you be able to forgive Lorenzo for what he did, even if it was to save your life? Lemme know loves

Btw you are gorgeous and I love you

Xoxo—AbigalKnightly