Don't have sex with your ex

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Blood. I watched it pour onto the concrete.

Smoke left my gun, as I tilted my head to look at the dead man who died at my hand.

Blood collected, spilled,  my gun plagued death upon a man who'd gotten too close.

A wound straight aimed In between his pecs.

Lorenzo paused as I shot the man dead, eyes looking down, almost to see if I was alright. Although he stood several meters away, I saw the flash of hesitation and fear in his eyes.

And despite the flying bullets and screams for backup he came to me.

His arm moving around me, linking my body to his.

Lorenzo kept me so tight against his chest that I could barely move by myself.

His gun fired so many times it became a constant boom in my ear, and him and his men had obliterated almost all the other men who came with the intent to kill or take.

To take my ass.

Now don't get me wrong I'd seen Lorenzo kill before, but his eyes turned into slits as he fired shot after shot.

He was a different man when it came to what he'd do the protect me.

Lorenzo was a mad man when it came to killing. I had watched how easily he ended their lives and then stood in there blood without a word or morn said.

But he'd been trained that way.

He gazed down at me, searching my eyes To check if I'd now be shattered knowing I killed a man.

I wish I was. I wish I was affected by the fact I'd killed this stranger. Affected by the fact that I ended his bloodline. I wish I was.

Because I have become a monster myself.

"Are you-" he asked, as he pushed us behind a crate. My back pressed against the wooden box filled to the brim with Contraban.

"Fine." I said as I looked at my gun. "I'm A-okay cheif." I smiled and he huffed out a staggered breath.

Lorenzo darkened eyes narrowed, but yet he still nodded. His head turning as He looked around.

There was an explosion that shook the ground, and he shot his head to the side. His grip on me tightened if that shit is even possible.

"Stay here. Do not fucking move." He said, "I will be 10 seconds." Lorenzo demanded and I answered with a nod as I felt his hand untether from around my waist.

And I turned my back to watch him walk away.

I watched Lorenzo slip behind the box, disappearing from my sight.

But the sound of a cocking gun against the back of my head—made my vision go blurry.

"Turn around Accardi." A man cooed, as I put my hands up and turned slowly.

A small smile on my face.

"You got the wrong whore." I said in a hushed voice, as I let my eyes wander around the older man's face. "I'm just a sexy fire pole dancer." I smiled

He had a sloped forehead, brown eyes and shaggy peppercorn hair.

He grabbed under my chin, his dirty fingers tilting my face up and smudging on my jaw. "I'm not stupid Serina." He smiled like a sleaze as he examined my face. "I know a good catch when I see one."

"What am I Cod?" I asked with a sneer, as I went to bring my gun up, but he gripped my hand and squeezed it—forcing me to drop my weapon.

"You are as clueless as they say." He cooed like a crow.

"I'm not clueless." I growled

So much for Lorenzo only being gone for that 10 little Seconds.

"DeLuca won't tell you baby, because it'd mean you'd have an opportunity to leave." He smiled

"What?" I asked, as he walked me so My back was pressed against the same box as before. The print of his shrimp pressing up against my leg.

a shiver going down my body.

"Well The devils dead." He smiled, as he traced his finger along my jaw, as he spoke of Satan's death.

"You are still Dona my dear, and whoever marries you—"he started but with a jolt of his body he stopped speaking, my head ducking away I grabbed his gun from his hand and pulled it away.

His body falling to the floor. My chest huffing frantically.

"You always get yourself into trouble." Marco said as he brought down his gun.

"No. Damnit Marco he was telling me useful information." I growled as I looked at the man thrashing on the floor in pain.

"He was probably going to kill your ass." Marco coughed as I looked up at him.

"You got some fucking nerve." I crossed my arms over my chest, as I stood in the dying man's blood.

"Why you are so welcome Serina, It was a pleasure to save to your life." He said as he placed his hand on his forehead.

"You are a bitch." I answered. "A snaky like bitch"

He placed a hand over his heart, like it had been hurt "I am devastated by your words ." He sighed with a small smile.

His hair was messy, and his one sleeve was rolled up and tape was stuck on his inner elbow from a ripped out IV drip.

"Serina." Lorenzo's voice echoed from behind me, and Marco dipped his head slightly.

Lorenzo hands came and slipped around me again, his eyes looking from the bleeding man to Marco.

"Marco, you sober yet?" Lorenzo's voice grunted out quickly, as his hand moved along my skin.

"Lorenzo." I scolded, as I hit his shoulder.

"Yes." Marco said despite my words,

"Good." Lorenzo didn't look at me, he just stared at Marco like he was waiting for him to explode or something. "Head the clean up. Go."

Marco looked up slightly, but didn't say anything. His head nodding as he turned and walked away. Almost instantly screaming orders to a group of men.

"Are you serious," I said as I pushed off him.

"And What is with you now?" He grunted, as he bent down to look at the man on the floor.

"Marco is clearly not doing alright Lorenzo." I sighed "you need to speak to him, work this shit out—" I huffed, but he stopped me with his own words

"He's been like this before." Lorenzo growled as he took out his phone, not even bothering to look at me as he typed a text and sent it quick.

"What do you mean?" I stammered.

"The drugs." He clarified in a angered voice. "When Lucas killed his sister. He was so gone that I didn't think he'd come back."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" I asked in a low voice. As if I was saying dammed words.

"Because you hearing about how your family broke your closest friends isn't something I want you to think about." He said, as another man came walking up to us.

Lorenzo wasn't just talking about Marco. But himself as well.

People I used to call my family broke him. My blood broke him. It broke both of them

I stood on one side of the body and Lorenzo stood on the other. My eyes leaving Lorenzo's and focusing onto the ground.

"Keep him alive for questioning." Lorenzo hissed at the man who came up towards us, before he turned and stepped away.

I could see the anger radiate off him, the rage and hate that dropped off the tips of his fingers. Or maybe that was spilt blood.

He Walked a few steps, his stiff body giving off his intent to leave our conversation there. To leave me there.

But, he shook out his shoulder before stopping a few meters away.

turning his head to the side and reluctantly calling my name.

"Let's go Serina."His voice was thick, this voice was his voice he used when things weren't up for discussion.

•

Lorenzo looked like a different person now, dipped in rage and death.

I once had a thought that maybe it was a mask. The sinister and dangerous parts of him; that it was simply a façade, an impersonation and a costume he wore.

But I know better now than to think that. Because it wasn't any of those things.

It was simply just a part of him. And It will always be.

No matter how much He says that I have changed him, that part, that oh so menacing part, that would never change. And for that, I'm glad.

Lorenzo was so sinister that he made even the evilest of acts look good.

And the danger? He made me crave it.

Lorenzo's fist cracked against the wall as he hit it, the room echoing the bitter sound of his hand hitting the concrete wall.

And I tried my best not to stare at the beast that my lover could become.

"Lorenzo." I said both and worry and shock.

"What?" He growled with a heavy chest, his voice cracking slightly as I walked up to him.

His knuckles dripping blood I grab his wrist in my hand, and he takes a deep breath as he looked down at me.

"I'm sorry." He said with a shake of his head, as he reached up with his other hand and ran his fingers along the dirty stains on the edge of my jawline.

"Did that bastard hurt you?" He asked instantly, as he spoke of the man who Marco had laid to waste.

"No." I whispered. "But he told me something." I almost hoped that he'd just instantly understand me.
Like he could just read my mind and know.

So I didn't have to say the words aloud.

"I'll need more Information than that." He said however with tight eyes and a stiff body, a slight drop in his cockiness made me shift lightly.

"About something that would make me want to leave you. What—what was he talking about." I could practically hear the hopelessness in my voice, as I prayed that I'd misheard or it was a misunderstanding.

And by the expression on his face I could tell he had no clue what I was talking about. His eyes grew cold and distant, and he dropped his hand away from my face.

"You are going to leave me?" He growled as he grabbed me a little tighter by the waist, his iris flashing with anger and fear.

"No. God no. But He said I'd want to if I knew—" I started.

Lorenzo broke out of my grip, eyeing me like a wild animal for a few second as he took a few dangerous steps away from me.

his bloody knuckles dripping like paint onto the floor as he walked to the door and threw it open.

"Lorenzo!" I screamed as he walked out and stormed off, my body quickly running after him.

He was metal, and I was a fucking magnet.

I called his name again, but he just walked down the hallway like hell on a mission.

His tightened hands ripped open a steel door, and he looked behind him for just a moment, before he practically flew down the stairs and into the darkness.

I was still standing at the top fo the stairs at the time I heard a cell open and a fist hitting something so hard it cracked.

"Lorenzo." I yelled as I quickly ran down the stairs, looking around the dark I jumped as I heard men whistle and call out to me.

Yet I just followed the sound of anger.

"What did you fucking tell her? Answer me." Lorenzo screamed as he punched the man who Marco shot in the face.

Lorenzos left hand grabbing his shirt so hard it ripped the fabric.

"You are going to kill him." I scolded.

"So what." Lorenzo growled as he stepped back, before kicking the man in the ribs and sending him to the floor. "So fucking what if this liar dies."

"We don't know if he's lying." I screamed back as I stepped up to him.

"Do you think I'd try to give you a reason for you to leave me again?" He yelled with red eyes and a chipped voice. His hands moving into his hair, blood dripping down onto his forehead from his knuckles.

And The beaten man, he looked my way for a moment, towards me. A shallow blood stained smile inked his teeth red. "You said you weren't clueless Serina, but it's right in front of you" He laughed with an echo.

"What you said earlier. About...." I stepped in, " marriage." I finished and Lorenzo shot his gaze to me sharply.

The crusty man smiled as his shook out his shoulders, his body shaking and his voice shallow. "How about Let's make a deal—" he started, but Lorenzo reached down and grabbed him by the collar.

Holding him up and pinning him to the wall.

"The deal is speak now and I'll kill you quickly, or don't speak and you will spend the rest of your life in excruciating pain." He growled like a rabid dog.

The man sighed out a breath, "whoever marries you, gets everything your father gave to you. You would be Don and Dona of the Russian mob."

"So the small dick council people want me to—" I started as I swallowed spit and looked to Lorenzo for a moment.

His chest was huffing and he looked like a lion just waiting to rip this man apart.

"—Get married?" I stuttered and Lorenzo's shoulders tightened like a tight rung out band, and he released his grip and let the man fall to the floor.

I watched Lorenzo, and I studied how all the wheels turned in his mind and reflected his emotions in his eyes like a glass mirror.

"Yes." He coughed as he forced himself into a seated position. "Satans dead. There can't be a Dona and not a Don. So whoever marries you Serina Accardi , shares your destiny."

Density? I have never wanted anything to do with leasing my fathers poisoner dynasty.

I wasn't the type to sign documents and make important war decisions.

I can barley even shoot a gun.

And they want me to marry and run a mafia?

The man's words rang like a gong in the back of my mind, despite the pounding in my heart.

Marriage.

Lorenzo too seemed distracted, whether it was the same thought as mine I could practically see how in his head he was.

His eyes were on the wall, but behind his eyes was nothing but thought.

I'd never wanted to be married. To be tied to someone the rest of my life.

My marriage with Satan all but ruined any positive thought of wanting a ring on my finger and a man with matching last names.

Of course I'd refused to take Satan's last name when offered.

All this talk of the political systems of my fathers world, all the rules. Why can't a woman lead alone?

I mean it's been done before.

If I could, I'd burn all those stupid rules.

But that thing I'd have to do to even begin to achieve that—bleh.

But before I could say a word in retaliation, not that I had one, Lorenzo reached into his pocket and grabbed his pistol.

The men peeped a word of fear hair before Lorenzo emptied the gun into the man.

shooting him dead.

I jumped at the sound that echoed around the room, before looking at the blood splatter on the wall.

I shot my gaze to Lorenzo, as he lifted up his shirt and tucked his gun back into his waistband.
"Don't give me that look Sparrow. We heard what we needed to. He was a dead man anyways."

"I didn't say anything." I smirked lowly.

I mean I didn't say anything technically

"You were thinking it." He retorted.

But I was as thinking it

A heaviness filled the air, and it was thick and sour. It leeched onto my skin, and crawled down my throat; stopping any hope of words.

Lorenzo too seemed at a loss.

"I didn't—" I chocked out three syllables before before my voice caved and I had to swallow down the lump. "I didn't mean to accuse you of hiding something before." My voice came out different now, forced yet true.

The dim lights casted a yellow glim on his stoic face, his eyes breaking contact to look down as if my words had finalized something.

"Did you think I would?" He asked. I watched him shift on his feet, his hands clenching. Like he was scared of my answer.

No,

Well...

No.

"I was too confused to think." I stammer as I turned my head to look around the prison, a small shiver creeping up my back as I looked at the claw marks and blood that was itched Into the cracks of the cement.

The smell of fresh blood making my nose crinkle, as I watched blood start to seep Into a puddle beside the dead man.

It's lake spilling out and onto the floor, collecting in the small space under Lorenzo shoe.

He scrunched his nose too, like my answer was only half satisfactory.

"Is Marco going to be okay?" I asked to change the subject, as I took a small step to the side to avoid the stream of blood that started to flow towards me.

Lorenzo just let out a heavy breath, like he was already bored of this discussion. "Yes." He paused "Yes." He continued.

"Is there anything we should do?" I asked and he licked his lips and walked a few steps forward. Staining the clear grey floor with a bloody shoe print.
"Has Bianca tried to—"

"Biancas gone." He said almost too easily, my gaze hardening and focusing on his face. Was she dead, hurt? A prisoner? Was she a spy?

Gone means a lot of things.

"Marco sent her home just before we faked my death.." He clarified. "She didn't belong here."

She didn't belong here, that was true in some aspect. Yes she survived, and will most likely be scarred with the images of our world. But her soul was gentle. Nothing like mine.

I envy how pure she was. How innocent her features are. I am jealous of her strength. Lasting that long against My father—she was braver then most.

But she didn't belong in the darkness. A girl like that needs the light of society to blossom her beautiful petals.

I sucked in a hasty breath, the damp and musty air collecting like a film in the back of my throat "I come from a family who hurt so many people." I said, and he gave me a desolate look.

"You Serina." He hissed. "Aren't your family."

I was. Maybe not by my morals. But by my blood and my last name.

I couldn't stop the tear that made it past the shutters of my eyelids, yet it conflicted with the small smile on my face.

"For 21 years I sat clueless while my brother murdered innocent people. Lucas hated me for what I took from him and I didn't even know." I said as I wiped that tear away. "So tell me Lorenzo what does that make me?"

I can hear the streets calling ✨

I did not edit this

Xoxo- AbigalKnightly