I hope you know love, I don't share. and that includs you. Specifically you.

Serina POV

Before Marco could register a single thing I watched Lorenzo walk up to us with tight restraint. His breathing heavy and tight.

Lorenzo looked so jealous, so territorial, as he stormed up to us.

He looked as sinister as he had so many evil nights before. And the fact that he was wearing a blackened suit stained with death, and his knuckles cracked open by force—he looks even more menacing than usual.

His hand grabbed Marcos's shoulder and pulled him back, yanking his body, and hands off me.

The magnitude of this tug, practically throwing him into a drawer; making a glass vase fall to the floor and shatter.

Lorenzo moved in front of me, like a lion protecting his kill.

"What the fuck Marco?" Lorenzo yelled furiously, as he balled his hands into fists. His body tightening.

"Oh calm down." He staggered, as he pushed himself up, stepping all over the broken glass.

My body moving forward, I wrapped my arm around Lorenzo's. His gaze falling to me I could tell he was pissed, but I couldn't decipher whether or not it was at me.

Lorenzo was pretty much shaking with rage, and I could see the anger in his eyes.

His most trusted friend, putting moves on his...well I guess I wasn't quite sure what exactly I am to him.

Oh god, what If Marco had kissed me?

"You were about to fucking kiss her Marco," Lorenzo yelled as he gestured his hand up, and he made an attempt to move forward. But I tugged on his arm, stopping him.

And for that, he glared down at me.

I waited for Marco to deny the accusation, deny the fact that he had wanted to kiss me, but he didn't. He stood there, silently.

He wanted to kiss me, despite him knowing my love for his best friend and his boss.

"What's going on, I heard yelling?" A voice soon echoed around the room, and I shot my head to the door.

"Rosario?" I asked baffled and shocked.

My eyes trailing down his face, I smiled lowly. It was him.

He still looked just as smug and flirty as he did the last time I saw him. Except well, minus the bullet wound.

"In the fucking flesh." Rosario saluted me with a winning smile.

But I could practically smell the dominance and rage seeping of Lorenzo, and I heard an angered growl come from his throat as he ripped his hand free of my grip and moved it so it encircled my waist.

Pulling me into his chest. Claiming me as his.

"Nothing is going on." Marco answer as he brought his hands to his face and wiped his eyes.

"Nothing!?" Lorenzo growled back in question, as he once again tried to move forward. But I knew if they got into this fight, it would only be resolved one way.

I mean there was a price for touching things that didn't belong to you.

Ask Rosario if you don't believe me.

"Rosario Take Marco to the medic and get him to sober the fuck up," I growled as I placed a hand on Lorenzo's chest, my weak display however stopping him in his tracks.

Rosario looked at me with a smile and a laugh, as he nodded. "Come on polo." He fronted as he walked up to Marco, calling him that name I'd always heard him refer to Marco as. "I think you've gotten into enough shit for today."

Marco shook his head angrily but did nothing to protest as Rosario grabbed his arm and threw it over his shoulder.

Rosario shooting me and Lorenzo a look of assurance before he dragged Marco away.

Both our eyes watching them disappear out the door and down the hall.

"That was..." I started to say, and even I could hear the nervousness in my voice. I don't know what for, I mean it's not like I did anything wrong.

I didn't ask Marco to try to smooch me.

"Would you have kissed him back?" Lorenzo growled, however, cutting me off.

"What?" I staggered in disbelief.

and suddenly I was sitting on his desk, his hands lifting me up and placing me all over the papers.

"Would you have kissed him back?" He repeated, this time louder, angrier.

"What kind of question is that? Of course, I fucking wouldn't have." I growled. "After everything we have been through, do you really think I would cheat on you?" I spit angrily.

With Marco out of everyone.

He let out a breath and closed his eyes as he placed his hands on either side of the desk beside me. Leaning down into me slightly. "No. Fuck. I know you wouldn't have." he sighed shaking out his head and dipping his shoulders.

"Damn fucking right," I uttered with a sigh of relief as I grabbed his face In my hands, forcing him back up so I could see those hell-bent eyes of his.

"What did he say to you?" He asked as he grabbed my hand and kissed it.

He was being gentle, but I could tell how hard he was trying to hide the anger and frustration that riddled his body.

you're just Lorenzos bitch.

Marcos's words rang in my head, and despite Marcos makeshift apology and promise to win back my trust, It still baffled me as to why he'd ever think I'd want to ever be anything other than friends.

"Nothing," I said after a moment, and I'm not sure why I said it. "He didn't say anything, we fought...a little," I answer with a half-truth.

it's not like I was scared that what Marco said was true, it's not. I know that I am something to Lorenzo.

so then why do I feel this way about what he said?

Lorenzo however of course didn't take the news of our fight that well and looked as if he wanted to murder Marco. Which he could quite easily.

"Fuck." He grunted, and I noticed his body was shaking with rage once again.

"well if you are mad about something," I grunted, as I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him back slightly. And despite how softly I pushed him, he responded by backing up like id shoved him.

His face stoic, yet it held his confusion. "then I also get to be mad." I fronted as I looked at his suit and his bloody knuckles.

"who did you kill?" I asked plainly, as I looked over the splattered print of blood on the white button-up and he looked down at his shirt and flexed his injured hands.

"I'm afraid me and another attendee had a disagreement. So I settled it," he responded just as plainly, and I could tell by his lack of enthusiasm that he didnt exactly want to talk about this.

so that's exactly why I said "about me?" my eyes staring dead at him, and he let out a breath because he knew he could not lie.

"yes." he growled with clenched teeth and a body language that screamed anger. "yes Serina it was about you." Lorenzo cracked his knuckles despite the bruises that lined them.

"you know, your honesty is quite sexy." I smiled and watched him register my words.

His eyes sharpening and a wicked grin spreading on his face.

"I've had a long fucking day." he growled as he walked a few steps forward while rolling his shoulders. "don't fucking joke around with me." Lorenzo was back up against me, hands on my waist while his eyes did the undressing.

I am such a tease "what exactly were you fighting about?" I asked as I encircled my legs around his waist trapping him in my grip.

He let his bottom lip fall from the top, and his wicked little smile faded as I leaned back.

When he caught on that I wasn't going to let up, He took in a heavy breath and shook his head.

"nothing that you have to worry about sparrow" Lorenzo assured as he reached between us and up my skirt and swiped his finger along my covered clit.

He looked like the king of distraction, his next words clearing my mind of all thoughts "Your skirt is so short, I wouldn't even need to take it off to fuck you."  His voice was husky and low; and god I wanted to ride his face.

My body felt like jello and for a second I lost focus.

But I shook myself out, and scorned at him. "t-trickster." I stuttered as I felt his member push up against me sinfully. It took the smallest things to get us riled up in this way. curse him.

but maybe this would work to my advantage.

grabbing him by the suit jacket I pulled him down onto me, my hands coming onto the side of his cheeks as his lips wavered over mine "do you want to be inside me?" I whispered, and by the dangerous look in eyes, I knew the answer.

his hand moved along my skin, and he spoke sarcastically "I thought you were mad at me." he fronted with a devious smirk.

"you defended me Lorenzo, so I am not mad," I whispered as I gripped his tie and pulled his body closer, his member pressing into the crook between my open thighs. "and for defending me I might just reward you later." my words were hot, and his dark eyes lit up with lust and desperation.

"But you didn't answer my question." I continued, as I brought my hand up and tapped my finger on the bottom of his stubbled chin.

"and what was that?" he laughed once again, as he moved his gaze from my lips to my eye. Back and forth.

"do you," I smiled "want to be inside me?"

"do I want to fuck you against my desk?" he smiled as he leaned forward and bit my bottom lip, pulling back just enough to entrance me. "yes" he growled with the want to dominate me seeping from his actions.

His words made me want to throw out all sense of reason, take my clothes off and let him do ungodly things to me.

"well, then I can assure you—" I smiled, shaking the illusion of me bent over his desk out of my head. My heart racing and my panties dripping.

I brought my hand down and moved it along his hardened member, his length twitching slightly in my grip. His body practically begging to be satisfied.

He let out a loud breath, as I swiped my fingers along his cock. My eyes widened as I stared up at him, while we drowned In the desire that leaked from the both of us.

His sharpened jaw was clenched, his body stiffened and his hand gripped me harder as if to say that he was in control.

But by the way He shuttered as I ran my index finger along his covered tip, I knew that he'd given that control to me whether he wanted to or not.

But just as he went to kiss me, I removed my hand from his erection.

My lips falling forward to speak into his ear "—you won't get to touch my pussy for weeks unless you cut the crap and tell me what you fought about." I whispered, which caused him to sigh and drop his head into my shoulder.

he quickly wrapped his forearm tighter around me and lifted me up onto him, my legs staying around him as he walked over to his chair on the other side of the desk and sat down. "Fine" Lorenzo growled. And I knew damn well that tonight he'd punish me for my threats.

I straddled him, and with a smile I leaned down and pulled at the top of his shirt, kissing his neck and collar bone as I whispered against his skin. "great, begin."

He said nothing for a moment, angered by the fact id teased him. And now, angered that I was telling him what to do.

He let out a sigh, as he gripped the hem of my shirt tightly in his grip. "members of Satans council phoned me, wanted to negotiate your return," he grunted angrily, and his words made him stiff and he gripped me harder with each syllable he spoke. "a man demanded you fly back with them today, said I was making a mistake by keeping what wasn't mine."

"What isn't yours?," I grunted as I leaned back, letting our eyes connect.

"Yes." He growled as he looked up and studied my eyes for a reaction.

"Am I not yours?" I asked, with a small traceably fake smile on my face.

"You are mine in every sense of the fucking word Serina and you know that." He growled, his voice stern and his words unnegotiable. "But Satan's council does not agree." Lorenzo's words were sharp, and I watched him clench his ringed fists so hard the rings were indenting in his skin.

"Did you tell them how much nasty sex we have? Did that convince them?" I asked as I searched his eyes.

"Serina," Lorenzo warned me seriously, scolding me like an oblivious child. "He said they will either get you back or they will kill you."

Kill me?

"So you..." I said as I stiffened and sat up straighter "so you killed him?" I uttered, as I flicked at his button-up

By the demonic look in his eye, I could tell that he'd done more than simply end his life.

"Yes, Sparrow." He said as I watched his eyes replay it like a damn symphony. "I...killed him."

"I like that you'd kill for me," I whispered, as I looked into his eyes and got off him.

Standing before him, the room fell hot. Both of us dripping with lust and the want to please the other.

He gritted his teeth at my words like I'd gotten something wrong.

He grew angry for a moment, as he stood up.

His action making the chair roll back and hit the wall.

"Kill for you?" Lorenzo laughed lowly. "I wouldn't just kill for you." his voice sounded evil, but god it also sounded so holy.

His eyes were like lava, and they were burning me. But In the best of ways. "Serina I would burn this world to the ground if you asked." Lorenzo smiled as he cupped my face in his hands.

"I would die for you." He asserted while dropping that smile he had plastered on his face moments ago.

"I know," I said simply, as I dragged my hands up to rest over his that cupped my cheeks.

And I'd die for him.

I'd do—anything—for him.

I think that's the scary part about loving him.

That it became that way so fast.

It terrifies me that all it takes is our eyes meeting for me to be willing to burn it all.

"God," I whispered as I shook my head. "You-you make me crazy." I brought my hands up, and made a signed motion to strangle him.

"I'm responsible for that?" He smiled like a little jerk.

I'm going to draw a penis on his face when he's sleeping.

"You bitch" I smiled as I looked up at my lover, and I saw the reflection of myself in his eyes; as his pupils were as wide as I think I've ever seen them.

But The sound of heavy footsteps and fast breathing made us both freeze, and I turned my head towards the door.

"We have a case of fucking déjà vu on our hands," Rosario screamed as he ran into the office. Rosario's eyes meeting mine almost immediately.

Lorenzo pulled me a little closer. It was funny that after all this time, and everything that has happened he's still pissy about the kiss me and Rosario shared.

"What the fuck are you on about?" Lorenzo grunted, as he wrapped his arm around me and spread his palm open on the small of my back.

Rosario scratched his head, as he grabbed his weapon from his holster "Guys with guns, big guns! Bigger than these." Rosario held out his own pistol and gestured to it with his pointer finger.

"They are here for me aren't they?" I growled as I closed my eyes and rested my head against Lorenzo's chest with a frustrated sigh before I looked up at him; to find him already staring at me.

"Ding ding ding," Rosario said as he dug his hands into his hair. "And they are packing! Russian men are spooky." He whined like a baby.

"For fuck sakes Rosario shut the fuck up," Lorenzo growled and I couldn't help but laugh slightly.

"You mafia men make me laugh." I smiled, as I broke away from Lorenzo despite the low growl he made.

My hand reaching out I grabbed my gun from the desk, picking it up and holding it in my warm small hand.

"What are you doing?" Lorenzo asked, as he grabbed me by the waistband of my Skirt and yanked me back to him.

"In coming. And if you have a problem with that—I don't care" I smiled as I cocked the gun.

I wish I was Serina so bad.

Like, Lorenzo please fuck me. <3

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Xoxo—AbigalKnightly