Just live, and let what happens happen.

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If I was a sane person, I think I would have limits. Or be able to make certain good ideas when it comes to life and it's choices.

But I don't think I'm a sane person at all, I have never believed that I was. But I also don't think I'm insane, not yet at least. Give it a few years.

"So let me get this straight." Marco smiled as he stood with his back again the door, while I laid in anguish on the bed. "last night. You did the opposite of what Lorenzo said, got drunk, killed a man, and then blacked out?"

Not only did I blackout but I woke up with no clothes on, again. Déjà vu

Pursing my lips I groaned, "perhaps." I uttered as I rolled onto my back. "But I didn't kill that man, fucking Lorenzo did. That's not on me."
I corrected.

"How are you-" Marco snickered in amusement, he too had a sense of curiosity to him. "Not dead yet?—" I interrupted, knowing that's what he was going to say. "—Not sure."

Marco shook his head, sighing. "You are insane for what you pull around Lorenzo. No one talks to him the way you do, the way you have." He said as he pushed off the door. He stayed across the room though, like he was unable to approach me. Like he wasn't allowed to.

"I respect those who earn my respect." I sighed.
Marco looked at me after I said that, studied me for a few moments.

so I looked at him too.

He wore a white collared shirt which flattered him nicely, and black pocketed jeans. A chain around his neck, with a charm that said something that I couldn't read.

I found myself fixated on it until Marco cleared his throat and caught my attention.
"Do you remember anything else." He said plainly, as he grabbed the loose chain and tucked it inside his shirt.

Biting my lip I shook my head. And he looked at me, and I looked at him.

I do remember, most of it anyways. But Marco doesn't need to know that.

"Okay," Marco said, as he turned and walked back to the door.

"Okay?" I repeated, "just okay?"

Marco grabbed the door handle and swung the door open. Looking back at me to say "just okay" He smiled

"fuck you, now I have some questions of my own-"

He slammed the door. Prick

Laying flat on the bed again I find my head wandering to Lorenzo. And his hand, his fucking stupid murderous hands that were on me.

But the one thing that I couldn't escape from thinking about, was his eyes. How they were watching me with something in them, something I couldn't decide. Something that was perilous and animalistic.

Taking air into my lungs I pull myself off the bed I look around the small room.

I have always hated the feeling of being trapped, closed in. I wasn't claustrophobic, but I liked the feeling of being free. I liked being free to be reckless and messy, and dangerous.

Lucas didn't like that about me though, he hated that I always wanted to be somewhere other than in his mansion. I had wanted to leave so long ago, run away, but he stopped me and made sure I'd never do it again.

I had gotten that stupid scholarship but before I could even be happy Lucas told them no. Said that I didnt need it, that he could provide for me. That a prosperous woman like me didnt need to work.

I had wanted to be a lawyer. To help put away bad people who have done bad things. But now I'm having a hard time seeing that myself.

Are you bad or are you good? Are you a criminal or an innocent? A sinner or a saint? No one is just one thing, no one.

Making my way to the small bathroom, I jump up onto the countered sink. Resting my head on the wall I look up. The white ceiling all the same except for one spot, a black shiny camera lens. It was small, and I could barely see it, but I knew it was. So I guess Lorenzo really did watch me shower, fucking bastard.

Setting my gaze back down I look at the cheap breakable glass of the mirror. I felt a plan coming on. An escape plan.

Smiling I open my mouth "If there is someone listening through that camera in the ceiling. I am going to end my shit." I yelled my words echoing around the walls. Letting my words sink in, now I know someone had to be watching me and listening to me. After all, I was too useful to be left unguarded apparently.

"This is the end of Serina Accardi, mourn me, bitches. Oh, tell Lorenzo to suck my ass." I said as I jumped off the counter, and used my elbow to shatter the glass.

Watching it break in the shape of a spider web. Picking up a piece, I turned away from the camera and walked back to the bed, next to the bedside table. Taking the glass, I fake stabbed myself with it. As I started putting those school forced drama classes to good use.

falling to the ground I sprawled out in an awkward angle and closed my eyes. Playing dead for survival purposes like an Opussy or whatever its called.

I heard the door slam open, and footsteps move swiftly to me. "Fuck" a man stood above me. I remember him from the cell, he had hit me. Donkey ass bitch. As I laid on my side, my head resting at an angle

Two other men stood beside him. "Is she dead Rosario?" One asked as he took a step closer to me.

"I don't know you imbecile, she better not be or we are fucking next. Check her pulse jackass." Rosario growled.

"But Lorenzo said whoever touchers her gets their hands cut off."The man answered, and even though I couldn't see I knew Rosario was annoyed. He spits slivers at the man, "Your head will be cut off if she's dead. Do it." he yelled

and so the man knelt down BIG MISTAKE.

Grabbing the leg of the bedside table, I swung it at his head. The wood shattering he stumbled to the floor next to me. His gun falling beside him I grab it and stand, backing up from the three men who were all now staring at me intensely.

"trust me princess you don't want to do this, Lorenzo is already on-" Rosario said as he took a step forward.

Lorenzo is coming.

Opening my mouth, a smile on my lips."Oh, you trust me princess I'm more than willing," I said as I cocked the gun. "let me walk out of here, I need to walk out of here."

Rosario just took another step forward though, unphased by the killing machine I held in my hand. "A gun doesn't scare me, princess." Rosario held conviction in his eyes, and I knew it was true based on how he just kept walking closer knowing I could shoot him at any moment. Not that I could anyway, I might not be sane but I don't know if I have the power to kill somebody.

Ok Serina think what is a new tactic? Panicking I bring the gun to my head and he froze, they all did. "what would happen if I pulled the trigger?"I asked, as the cold barrel bit at my skin I smiled as the three of them looked at me with caution.

"I'll ask again, back up and let me leave," I growled. Rosario looked at me with such rage in his eyes but took three steps away from me. Walking backward I moved to the door, grabbing it with my free hand and slamming it closed, turning the lock with my fingers.

"SUCCESS!!!" I screamed as I started to sprint down the hallway, trying my best to remember the way to the garage. I heard the sound of a door falling, and I looked behind me and undoubtedly the three blind mice had escaped the room.

Looking back forwards I ran around the corner, brushing my hand on the wall as I turned. My hair flowing behind me as I ran for my life In a small red dress fit for a prostitute.

My eyes skim over all the doors I passed, as I look for the one I needed. If I was going to get anywhere id need a car--and maybe stronger planning skills--but most definitely a car

I run through the plain red hallways, my bare feet squishing on cigarette butts discarded lazily. I heard footsteps behind me close, I had to admit I wasn't the fastest runner nor did I have stamina. I probably have the same amount of stamina as a koala. "Serina get back here," Rosario yelled from behind me and my eyes locked onto the door I needed

Without looking back I screamed "Sorry I cant, I'm too busy being fucking amazing." My words bouncing off all the walls as I put my hand on the door and ripped it open, watching as like 10 men were charging after me. "Bye boys its been fun." I waved as I close the door and locked it, this one was metal, so no breaking it down.

Turning I rub my hands together as I look at all the cars I can steal. I have always liked stealing, big things small things. My brother said I had quick hands, and indeed I did.

There was a white beauty hidden in the back and I ran my hand over the smooth surface before I jumped in locking the doors and inspecting it.

Id always loved messing with people it was fun to see how annoyed they get and the people here are especially fun. My hands ripped down a part under the steering wheel and I played with wires until the roar of the engine screamed through the garage.

I loved the sound of a roaring engine.

Shifting gears I opening the garage and sped out, of course, there were people waiting for me but I have played GTA I'm a pro at this. I pumped the engine and they stepped back as I didnt stop my tred towards them and I quickly turn and drifted so I was facing the other way. I saw a scowl on Rosarios face as he instructed people to get in their cars probably to chase me. yum, a car chase.

so I hit the gas again and drove to the gate, my evasion skills at a 10. I could so easily hit all these people but I don't. I don't, but I could have

But My excellent plan comes to a halt as two gunshots go off and hit my back tires and my car spins and sways side to side until I pull the fucking e brake and save my life. it almost flipped the car. bouncing backward in my seat I sigh as I look in the rearview mirror to see Lorenzo holding the gun at my car.

Yes, I dubbed it my car, my chase car.

Unlocking the door I get out, stepping onto the cement driveway my bare feet burning at the hotness of it. I was mad, and by the scowl on Lorenzos face, I knew he was too. "Are you fucking kidding me," I scream at him, as he lowers his gun. "I went through all of that just for you to ruin it. Jesus fucking christ."

"Serina." He GROWLED lowly, he looked generally mad. but guess what bitch so was I. If he is mad, he can stay mad because I don't give a fuck. "Lorenzo" I mocked, and his men started to circulate, and shot more holes in all of the tires. The car hissed and sunk lower to the ground.

He brought his gun up and shot at the ground beside me, and I almost flinched. But if I did then I would lose. "Oh, so you are going to shoot me?" I smiled, as I swallowed whatever fear was wavering in my throat. "okay." I nodded as I walked up to him, and pressed my forehead again the cold metal

THIS IS BHAD I screamed in my head to myself.

Lorenzo looks down at me as he kept the gun on me, his thumb cocking it. "shoot me then Lorenzo." I whispered and his eyes grew in intensity. I saw a storm behind his eyes, a war. I think he wanted to shoot me, but a part of him stopped him. "Do it in front of all your loyal subjects, kill the girl who disrespects you," I said as I brought my hand over top his on the trigger. "Show me who's boss," I whispered as I felt him put more pressure on the trigger, my finger overtop his.

Everyone was looking at me like I was crazy. good. maybe I didnt need a few years to become insane, maybe I already was. Maybe this was my reckoning.

He growled as he moved the gun away from me and shoot all the rounds onto the cement beside me. His eyes didn't leave mine, and I shivered at how angry they looked.

But he didn't kill me. He didn't kill me again, when he most definitely should have.

"What are you all staring at, back to work now!" Lorenzo yelled his voice filled with authority and domination. Turning my gaze I watch as All the men around us lowered their eyes and tucked away their fire arms, before they fled back to their positions.

They feared him, yet respected and trusted Lorenzo completely.

"They are all terrified of you. You like that don't you, fear?" I said as I looked back at him, his gaze was not in my eyes anymore but my hand.

Well a cut on my hand. "You are injured." He deadpanned, clearing his throat. As he passed by my question. I felt the anger seap from him, but he was keeping it at bay keeping it down.

"Must be from me playing in all that glass." I smiled as I looked at my palm, which was filled with a puddle of crimson red blood. "Inside now." He said as he turned and started to walk back to the building, and I looked back at the car—just for a second—before I turned and followed him as I walked right back into the snakes den.

He led me to a part of he building I couldn't comprehend, it was more lavish and put together. No garbage on the floor, no rapists ready to drag you into the corner.

He stopped in front of a door, and paused as he stood with his back to me.  I wavered on my feet behind him, holding my hand.

Lorenzo straightened like he was once again thinking. A war in his head.

Until he opened the door, and walked in. "Sit on the bed." He said coldly, as he opened a drawer. Taking a step into the room, I open my mouth as I look around at it.

Black floors and grey walls, with red furniture. Guns lining the wall on pegs almost like they were a display. And a bed, A king.

his bedroom, I whispered in my head.

Seconds ago I was telling him to shoot me in the face, now he is telling me to sit on his bed like a dog.

Well woof woof I guess

"Oh so you do sleep, I was starting to think you were a vampire." I joked awkwardly, and he looked back at me for a few seconds. He didn't even laugh, bitch.

Walking to the mattress I sit, and he turns and walks up to me holding gauze and tweezers. "Um-I'd rather the glass stay in my hand then you bring that torture device towards me." I say as I hold my hand away from him.

"Scared of Doctors are we?"  He asked plainly

"Yes. So just wrap my hand up and-" I said, but he interrupted me. It was true though, ever since I was a kid I hated doctors and everything to do with them. Maybe it wasn't the best thing to tell my captor that though.

"Well when it gets infected I will personally cut off your hand." He growled, as he grabbed my hand and brought it to him. He was kneeing in front of me.

"Huh." I whispered, and he shot his eyes to me.

"What?" His voice was animalistic. Yet contained that same curiosity that ringed through his eyes.
I think he hated that he was curious. He didn't seem like the type to wonder thing he shouldn't be thinking about.

"Never thought I'd see the day you get on your knees before something other than your own portrait." I said, as he sat between my legs

He didn't look at me as he started working on my gash, it honestly wasn't even that bad—yet he is helping me. "I'm sure there are a lot of others who could have done this."

"Serina." He whispered lowly silencing me, as he grabbed the tweazers before I could object again and ripped out the fragment of glass.

"Ow you fucker." I said as I hit his shoulder, he didn't even flinch or move as my hit wouldn't even leave a dent in his rock hard muscular tense body.

"What would have happened if this was a bullet wound instead of glass?" He growled as he looked up at me, as he placed gauze on my hand and wrapped a band of tape around it.

"Well then that would be too bad." I smiled weakly as my hand stung at the pressure he applied, "I like my hand." I added with a shrug. But I do like my hand, it's useful for many things. I can do many thing to myself with it.

Like brush my hair. you little nasty.

Lorenzo stood up, walking over to the drawer and throwing it all back inside. His hand hitting the wall before he turns back to look at me "you could have shot yourself, killed yourself serina."

"well I didn't."

"But you could have."

"Why do you care anyways, five minutes ago you had a gun to my head."

He widened his eyes, and laughed throwing his head back slightly. "You asked me to kill you, you were going to help me shoot you." He said as he gestured a hand towards me. I asked him too shoot me I guess and he didn't, why. "I don't care that you got hurt, but you should." He said

Eyeing him, and how calm he looked I shook my head "well im probably going to die eventually." It was true, I knew my luck would run out eventually. Because no one is this lucky, and I definitely am not.

"thats not true" he said as he crossed his arms.
It's not true? Now that's fucking horse shit.

"Its not? isnt your whole speal all about how im going to die when I wish I was dead? Well the times now"

He clenched his jaw as he stood in front of me, in his bedroom. The door shut. "don't fucking say that again." His said through clenched teeth.

"why? its true. You dont get it do you? Even if you let me go I have nothing anymore Lorenzo. My house will be gone, I have no friends, my brother is dead and you-"

"me?" He scoffed

"yes you."

"I know what you are. Kinda." I breathed as I stood up, "I have watched all those movies about gangsters and the mob, And I know that after whatever you want me for is over that you won't just let me go. Because what if I talk?"

"they wouldnt belive you" Lorenzo smiled cockily, andsomehow we had gotten closer. Face to face. I felt my eyes look at his lip and when I looked up I caught him doing the same.

"or really? because I can be really persuading." I whispered like honey melting off my words, as I took my bottom lip between my teeth.

"You're hot Serina, and you are distracting. But you are not persuading." He told me as he took dangerous steps toward me, the back of my knees hitting the edge of his bed.

Looking down for a second my stomach filling with heat. "Tell me Serina how many boys have you fucked?" Lorenzo whispered as he gripped the beds post beside me. Towering over me with his chest moving up and down against mine.

"I-" I stuttered, as I grabbed his suit so I wouldn't fall backwards.

"Did they please you? Make you scream?" He asked lowly, as he whispered in my ear. His breath hot on my skin. How does he have this much control over me?

"yes-I mean-no." I stuttered again. The men I slept with, it was never enough. As soon as they left I'd have to finish myself. Sex was something I did to fill something, to keep cold nights a little warmer.

"Did they worship you?" He asked, as he placed his other hand on my hip.

No. I was to them nothing but a release. And I guess I was fine with that. "You know your little background check on me was missing something." I said as I mentioned back to the day In his little scary as fuck throne room.

"How so sparrow? I know everything about you."

"I did have a boyfriend." Lie "I just kept it a really good secret" Lie I smiled as I pushed Lorenzo off me, and he stumbled back slightly looking at me with curiosity. His dark room casting shadows over him. "And your right, he did make me scream." Lie. I smirked, as I lied to his face. To see what he would do. I liked lying

I'd never been in a relationship before, never wanted one. Never cared.

He looked at me, and his breath got rigid. And it's a good thing I pushed him off me, because my tiny red dress was hot, and my panties were hotter. "He would fuck me, in his bed, in his sheets."  I smiled, sheepishly. "All night."

"Who. Who was he?" He growled, as he clenched his fists. His knuckles white.

I smiled. He was mad. Good.

Side stepping him to open the door, and he speak before I could "Where do you think you are going?"

"My room." I answered.

He smiled as he turned to face me, laughing humorously. "After what you pulled today sparrow you don't get your own room." He growled, "you will sleep in here, so I can watch you."

"The hell I am." I growled

"It's either you sleep in here or in another man's room. And I can't promise that they will leave you alone." He said and I looked up at him.

My mouth open to scream at him I closed it, and I turned opened the door and slammed it. The sound shaking the walls. Sliding down the door I sigh, as I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding in.

Okay so I was going to make her a virgin but that's to fucking cliché. The girl is always a virgin and the guy is not.

So yeah, Serina has gotten dick before.

I'm low key so excited for a Serina and Lorenzo moment and I know you guys are too.

Hope you enjoyed lovers

Xoxo- AbigalKnightly