In a fight, they are lethal
But around each other, they melt.

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Serina POV

"Serina." Lorenzo voice sounded strained, and my name fell swiftly off his lips. I saw his gun tucked into the front of his waistband.

His hands gripped my shoulders and he looked down into my eyes. I nodded, to signify him to continue, and I set my glass of Vodka down on the dresser beside me.

"Lover?" I asked, as I studied his fearsome eyes. He wasn't scared of whatever threat I don't think, but scared of what it'd do to me.

"Satan he..." he started, but he didn't need to finish that sentence for me to know exactly what he was going to say.

Satan escaped from whatever cell Lorenzo had thrown him Into.

"How." I deadpanned.

"Seems we have traitors within our walls."

"Can they escape?" I asked, as I pushed out of Lorenzo's grasp and walked into the closet. Pulling on a dress I tore from the hanger without looking, before slipping the black long number onto my body.

I had been In just lingerie, as some woman do to...how do I put this? Take beautiful snap shots of my ass.

"No. No." Lorenzo's eyes burned like a fucking fire. But I just turned away to conceal my demons that surfaced with just that one word. "Serina, Satan is trapped in here, and he knows that. Im dealing with it so I just need you to stay in here..." he said as he watched me walk over to his safe he kept behind the rack of clothes.

"Open." I growled, and he looked at me in shock for a second. Never before had he seen my eyes so cold, my voice so demanding.

"Why." He asked, but he knew why.

"I'm coming with you." My words were final,

"Absolutely not." He said right back, which I knew he would.

"I wasn't asking for your permission." My words were like knives.

He let out a strained breath. "I will not be able to focus out there if I am worried about a bullet going through your forehead the whole time."

"Okay." I said "Will you be able to focus when You don't see me naked for the rest of your life?"

He shut up after that. But I wonder if he knew how short sided my threat was. I wonder if he knew I was slipping just as much as him.

"If you lock me up like a prisoner in here I can guarantee you by the time you get back, I'll be gone."

"Why do you insist on risking your life for this?" He yelled.

"I am not going to sit here like a ignorant twat while you get shot at right outside the door. Because if something happens To you and I'm not there..." I screamed right back. Before letting out a large breath, stopping myself before I went too far.

"Because Satan..." I said as I walked up into his face, and kept walking until his back was against the black dresser pushed against the closet wall. "...will die by my hand. And if you try to stop me—"

I almost didn't notice how well my body fit against his, how dominant and crazy we made each other. How satanic his eyes would become when I was up against him in this way. Or any way.

It'd been at least ten days since I suggested that we needed to wait, that I needed more time. That we should have boundaries and lines we shouldn't cross in fear of breaking ourselves more.

But I have noticed, that for every time our skin brushed in these past 10 days, or when we got a glimpse of each other fresh out of the showers we took apart, or while changing and witnessing the welcomeness of each other's pure and sinful nakedness—his body would tense, his eyes would become like ichor and he'd force his body away from mine.

Like he knew if he stayed close, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from grasping every part of my body and taking it as his own.

Just like he used to do when I'd scream his name In pleasure.

Hell, I'd been plagued with dreams of his hands burning a flame that started at my chest and slowly dripped like magma down to my core.

And how he'd enter me with such anger, how I'd kiss his chest and run my delicate fingers over the man that I not long ago thought I'd never be able to touch again.

How I'd dig my nails deep into the skin of his back, as he thrusted and fucked me with every bit of regret and pain that we'd both been saving up these past few weeks just waiting to pour upon the other.

Oh how I'd grip his back, place my hands upon his scars, and he'd worship me without flinching at the touch.

"The combination is your name." He cut me off, but I saw him try to hide the shock of his admission. Like he almost didn't mean to say it.

"The code is numbers." I backed off him slightly. I shouldn't have forced my body onto his like I did, I knew better then to play with things I shouldn't. Right?

"Numbers assigned by their place in the alphabet.
S E R I N A." He said quickly, eyes wavering over my face. To see what my reaction might be...that is if I was stupid enough to give one.

"19,5,18,9,14,1." He clarified.

My name. He used my goddamn name as his password.

I said nothing for a moment, as I looked into his eyes. He trusted me with the combination to his safe, the Lorenzo I used to know, would never have.

A silence fell like a mist between our two bodies. Like it was trying to tell us we were both going to be lost within it.

I moved down to the safe, taking my eyes away from his and slamming them closed as I sank down in front of it.

My hear slamming against my chest. I felt sick. No, no that's wrong. I felt cold.

I shook away everything, like I had when I lit the curtain aflame in Satan's manor.

And I typed in those exact numbers into the safe.

I pulled out a gun from it, and tracing my finger along its ridges. A gun had been used to shoot Lorenzo. Only he didn't die. 

"Serina." He called out again, and I stood up and faced him, with the gun in my hand. "you need to promise that you will stay by my side. The whole time. I will give you this, but I won't allow you to die today."

I think he was fearful, that a part of him truly didn't want me to go. That he wanted to lock me in here and throw away the key. But the bigger part of him, the part that was speaking now, knew there was nothing he could do to stop me—without ruining us anyways.

I simply nodded, because as much as I wished it were true—I don't think I had the strength to face Satan alone. Not now.

I let out a breath, "do not die." My voice was low. "If you die today, I will never forgive you. And I will come to hell and kick your ass." I said nothing more and I staggered quickly towards the door. I could feel him follow me, eyes trailing my every move as I knocked on the door and watched it swing open.

6 guards standing outside, armed and looking like they would shoot first and ask questions later. "I want Satan alive." I spoke.

"If we don't find him first, immobilize him. But keep him alive,tell the others." Lorenzo growled as he moved so he was standing over me. The six men nodded, before one spoke our exact orders into his walkie talkie.

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We all slipped down the cooridor, gunned and silent.
I walked alongside Lorenzo, and he kept his gaze forward, scanning everything for danger. Eyes shifting to me every few moments.

Fear was clouding his judgement.

"Why didn't I know that Satan was here?" I spoke up. "The man who hurt me, and who I swore to kill was here and I didn't even know that he was practically just underneath my feet for almost a week and a half,"

Lorenzo turned his gaze to me for just a second, to confirm he'd heard me. "He was to be a gift for you. When you were ready for it." Just as Lorenzo spoke, gunshots fired from down the hall, and He stepped in front of me on instinct.

"No. Don't jump In front of bullets for me. I can take care of myself." I tried to say as I cocked my gun and raised it.

As the eight of us, me and Lorenzo and the 6 skillful guards crept down the hall.

"Listen to me very carefully." He said in a mocked whisper. "Do no underestimate the damage bullets cause."

"I know what they can do." I growled. I have watched how damaging they are. 

Lucas. Kingston. Lorenzo. Although he didn't really die.

"So you know that I won't let it touch you." He said quickly and I noticed his body change. "And I'd put my body between a gun if it meant you survived."

More shots rang out, like a warning to turn back now.

"So then you should know that I will do the same." I growled.

Because what you don't know Lorenzo is that if you die, I die. I can't watch you die again, not without my blood pouring beside yours as well.

He gave me a look of anger as he heard the words I said, as we stopped in front of a body.

Lorenzo eyes looking down at his face, and then to the door that was strung open beside it.

"What?" I growled, "Lorenzo what." I demanded.

And he gritted his teeth before he spoke. "Nothing nothing," He said as he knelt down and placed two fingers upon the man's neck, but there wasn't really a point to it.

Considering the man was soaked in red, with 3 bulletholes littering his chest and the look of death on his irises.

"Tell me." I growled, and he looked up at me wearily.

"This man was supposed to be with Marco," he spoke up at me, and I felt my hand tighten around the metal. Lorenzo's men rushed into the dark room, but I knew it'd be empty "they have him."

"Lorenzo...Satan will kill him." I growled.Putting the butt of the gun against my forehead as I grip my hair in my hands angrily.

I wished Marco dead not long ago. But now—oh what a mistake I made.

"He's only doing this to draw us out." Lorenzo said as he reached and grabbed my hand squeezing it as he stood.

He looks calm, considering his best friend was either dead or being held hostage. But Lorenzo was never one to expresses his emotion in his body language.

"Well it's working." I grunted . "Its my fault that Satan is still alive Lorenzo, Twice I tried to kill him. And now he has Marco, because I failed."

"Serina. This is not your fucking fault." Lorenzo growled quickly in response. "You cannot make people's choices for them. You cannot fire someone else's gun."

"your right. But I can be the reason he fires that gun at my family in the first place."

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Lorenzo was right, we did have traitors running ramped without our ranks.

We sat ducked behind a piece of furniture, as bullets sprayed upon us like a rainstorm. Four of the men that were with us, laid dead.

Lorenzo gave me a look, eyes lit with a rageful fire as he reloaded his clip and ducked around the edge of the now destroyed sitting chair.

Firing rounds into the attackers swiftly, groans of death coming from the 7 men who wished for our death.

In Their distraction I ducked around the other side to look, there was only 4 men left alive after Lorenzos assault.

A pistol was quickly aimed at my head and a shot went off, but not before Lorenzo grabbed the back of my dress and yanked me back under the cover.

"First rule, if you have time to stare at the enemy, they have time to kill you." He growled, as he quickly looked me over for injuries.

"Good to know." I sighed "but holy shit I almost died." I gasped, and he gave me an angered stare.

"Boss how should we proceed?!" One of the living men on our side said, as he sat crouched behind me and Lorenzo.

Lorenzo stared at me, for just a moment before saying. "Ill duck out, distract their fire. You two hit the two on the left—" he grunted, as he grabbed my gun from my hand and quickly flicked off the safety and checked the number of bullets. "And Serina I need you to hit the bastard on the right." Lorenzo uttered as he handed it back to me.

"Aye aye captain." I smirked, and the other men nodded in agreement.

The whole moment slowed down, and time seemed to quiver. My mind raced as the men moved around me, all of them trained and skillful.

I wasn't scared however. Not for myself anyways.

As gunshots fired down on us I looked towards Lorenzo,

and I truly looked.

His hair was messed, and he was drenched with the blood of the man who's death poured beside him. Lorenzos face was not shaved, not fully. He'd been busy these last couple days, hadn't quite gotten the time.

His eyes looked like steel, and he looked so focused.

And his one hand, rested on my thigh, his fingers gripping my skin tightly. Ready to pull me with him, or out of danger in an instant.

The lights of the room flickered, and he shot his eyes my way, and for a moment it was only us in the room.

But that moment ended, when he nodded quickly and pushed off me, the other men moving rhythmically with him and diving out from behind the safe space into danger.

Shooting bullets right back.

I let out half a breath as I quickly shot up, and with the glock in my one hand I fired it, the bullet flying though the air in slow motion before hitting the bad man dead set in the chest.

Him, and the men beside him fell to the ground in a heap. And the bullets stopped. And time returned.

But a groan of pain, made my head shoot down.

Lorenzo.

He sat up with a grunt, his hand pressed against his upper shoulder. Blood spilled between his fingers and spread down his arm like a waterfall. "Lorenzo." I called out as I dropped down onto the floor again, my hands outstretching towards his wounded shoulder.

"I'm okay. Just a graze, not through." He assured with calm eyes, as he took away his hand and brought it in front of his face and looked towards his shoulder.

It didn't look like it would need stitches, but blood still came fourth like a river.

I closed my eyes as I replaced my hand over his wound, pressed down hard on his skin and I dipped my head low for a moment.

My heart beat in my chest, as I opened my eyes.

Lorenzo studied my face in worry, but I didn't say a word as I took a piece of my long dress and tore it off, before wrapping it tightly around his graze.

Pulling my hands away just as My vision blurred, and I looked down at my bloody palms.

His blood. Lorenzo's blood.

I could tell my hands were shaking, my lip trembling. Goosebumps on my skin.

"You two, go forward, Find others and come back. I need a moment. Go." Lorenzo growled angrily, and the men nodded and stood, giving me a glance before they raised their guns again and started off down the hallways.

Lorenzo's attention snapped to me, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from the blood that poured off my hands.

I felt like I was sinking into the floor, I felt like I was drowning.

"Serina." Lorenzo grunted, as he quickly placed his hands on my cheeks and forced my eyes away from my hands. "Sparrow look at me." He called out, and with hooded eyes I looked up.

"I—I can't breath." I cried.

"Baby, Serina, I'm okay. It's okay." He whispered so gently, despite the peril we were in.

"I watched you die." I cried as I looked up at him, my eyes wavering over his face. "I watched you die." I repeated

I was broken in his arms.

"I saw your blood that came from your chest, I saw you die that day. And Lorenzo I have seen you die everyday since." I sobbed as I looked into his eyes so weakly, as I felt his sticky blood on my two hands.

"The crash." He said swiftly. His eyes were so transparent, as they looked down at me in a way they never have before.

"What—"

"I couldn't find you at first, after your car went off the edge." He said. When I crashed mine and Satan's car after the party, when I almost died. "All I could see was the cars fire. And then I saw my parents death again."

I said nothing as he continued.
"I screamed your name Serina. And for a moment, I thought about using my gun." He said with hollow eyes and shallow words, tears pricking from both our eyes as we played the memories of our past,

I watched him squeeze his hands into fists. "I thought I killed you, I thought that I lost you
and Serina a part of me died inside."

Maybe we weren't so different in our experiences.

"I see your blood Serina. I think of every way you can die, In every fucking scenario, every person who could do it and It makes me want to just lock you away," he admitted . "Serina I can't and I won't live without you. Not before, not after and certainly not now."

"Lover why didn't you tell me?" I cried as I placed my forehead against him, as we sat down, behind the bullet filled couch.

"Because I have hurt you enough. And this, this isn't your baggage to bear." He sighed.

I shook my head as I wiped my hands on my dress quickly and grabbed his face in my hands, "let your pain, be my pain. Let's hurt together, and heal together."

He said nothing, but grabbed my waist and pulled me into him. My body small as I wrapped myself around him,

"I know I'm a bitch sometimes." I laughed, as I placed my forehead against his and closed my eyes. "But don't give up on me okay?"

"You know I won't." He smirked. "If you promise to never give up on yourself either." He said, as we stared into each other's eyes, as the men we sent away came running back down towards us.

"I promise,"

Mwah

it's not edited , I'll go through it eventually but I just don't really feel like it tonight, because I'm eating chips and salsa and am about to watch tangled

Xoxo— AbigalKnightly