yes, you do own me

What the fuck is wrong with me?

How could I have said such things to him. I sputtered nonsense like truths because I didn't know how not to lie.

I secretly loved to lie. Like Pinocchio, except I liked to believe my schlong grew with each lie and not my nose.

God I'm crazy. What am I even thinking.

IM CRAZY. I'm actually crazy. Lorenzo don't hate me because I'm crazy. don't leave me because I hurt you.

Lorenzo harsh and loud breathing knocked me back from my own twisted little mind, as a thought came to me; Lorenzo is not the same person he was. Neither am I

but I could tell he almost wished he was as I felt his gaze rip me apart.

Whether he wanted to admit it or not, I had 'emotionally corrupted' him. That's what my imaginary friend said anyways.

Lorenzo is the love of my life, I know he does bad things. Terrible things. He doesn't care about death, takes pleasure in pain because deep inside him he thinks he deserves it, and his drugs were scattered around me like he was trying to start a scavenger hunt.

People were scared of him, and I think that if the mundane world even came to know our story, they would be disgusted at how much I love him. And they'd think that I was batshit crazy and overall just a bad person.

Not that I would give a fuck, and quite honestly would probably kill anyone who said something about it to my face.

I remember a quote from a train stop bathroom stall door which said that the devil was once an angle, or whatever Christian mumbo jumbo they described—but Lorenzo was worse then the devil I guess, because he has never been an angel And he never will be.

But we all do terrible, unthinkable things in our lives at least once. Hell, I think of burning down our house every once in awhile.

But people do unjust things all the time, people do evil things all the time.

It's just that My lover does it more, and better then anyone else ever could.

I froze in the doorway, feeling the heat of his monstrous stare completely and utterly paralyze me.
The heat of his gaze corrupting me, and despite the fact that my mind controls how my body moves, he made me stop in my tracks without even saying a word

My hand rested on the door frame, and a breath was caught in my throat. I couldn't leave him, and I knew it couldn't.

I could try, out of spite, and I knew within like a tuck and roll out the front gates, I'd run back to him.

Finally a breath filled my lungs, but as soon as it came it was taken away and Lorenzos hands came around me and lifted me from where I stood.

I yelped In utter shock, as Time became nothing and in a steadfast moment he slammed my back against the mattress and pinned my wrists to the sheets.

"What part of you are not fucking leaving do you not understand?" His voice burning with pure anger, anger at me, as he trapped me with eyes that were so black I got lost in the abyss of them.

They weren't the type of black that they became when his skin would press against me, or when his cock would take its place inside me and he could no longer prevent himself from holding back from fucking me till I collapsed—no, this was the type of darkness I hadn't seen since the first time I'd met him.When he told me he'd break me and I told him good luck.

"Lorenzo—" I tried to say, words useless and pointless as he lowered himself onto me, his breath heaving as he prevented me from even moving a inch.

"Don't." He growled, "don't say my name as if you love me." Lorenzo voice was laced with hurt. He knew I loved him, he just was hurt that I downplayed his love for me.

His powerful body, that curved with muscles and drowned me out with dominance overpowered me within seconds. "I wont pretend to be a good man for you serina if you pull shit like this. And sparrow if I have to lock you in this fucking room for the rest of your life to keep you with me, I will. Do not test me on that." He hissed, his voice was poisonous and truthful.

He would do exactly that and I knew it.

"No." I said, as I shook my head against the mattress. "Lorenzo I'm sorry." I cried out. Not because I was afraid, because I was never scared of him, but because I knew if he did do what he just promised to; we would never be the same.

"Did you really think I'd just let you take my child away from me? Let you turn your back on me as if I don't fucking own you?" He murmured, his head dipping into my neck, my body shuttering at his breath on my skin—my eyes squinting as his teeth brushed against my collarbone and then proceeded to bite down just to see my squirm.

He didn't own me...I wanted to argue that, but truly he had owned me, or well the part of me he could control, since the moment we met.

"No." I cried. Because those words I said—fuck. "I-I know you're scared, and I shouldn't have...I can't use that against you." His body fit inches away from mine, as I could feel just how truly angry he was at me. I felt It in the way he touched me, and how his body felt like a Boulder against mine—despite him not even daring to apply enough of his weight as to crush me.

His strong shoulders kept him above me, as his hand  slipped down my right forearm, and despite my arm no longer being pinned to the mattress I didn't dare move it.

His hand etched down my skin like he was painting, and he increased the pressure of his fingers on my skin, until he brought his hand up and around my neck.

"No. Serina You can't." He growled into my ear, making my body shutter like I was freezing. But In truths, I was burning, and he knew that. "Many people have tried to used what they think is my fears against me, and it has never worked." Lorenzo spoke now onto the skin over my pounding pulse, his lips brushing my neck softly despite the harsh and rash circumstances.

"But you—" he then laughed, as he forced my head to the side gently, gaining more access to my skin. "I never thought you'd be one try it too."

"It wasn't like that." I began, but truly it was, even if I didn't mean to do it intentionally.

"Because you know I am not scared of anything, except for you." He brought his steel eyes to mine as he finished his sentence, his eyes raging like a storm as he stared at me. "Because you know if you did want to destroy me, you very well could."

My lip trembled as he stared down at me like he did to his enemies.

"You had no right to say the things you did," he whispered to me, as he removed his grip around my throat, as he noticed the strains of fright that bound within my irises.

"I know." I said.

"Do you?" He growled, his voice hysteric. His eyes even more so.

I did. I did.

"Lorenzo I do. I am—I am terrified." I said finally, as I looked up into his eyes that showd me my own battered reflection. "I feel like I can't breath." I continued and on instinct he lifted off me slightly, and gazed down through the space that existed between us as if he thought my words were literal.

I want that space to close. But right now I had no right to ask for that,

"I don't know the first thing of how to be a mother—or a family...." I uttered with a broken voice, as he just looked down at me, staring and observing every expression my face made.

His gaze making me cover my eyes with my now freed hand, as I shielded myself from him.

"But you do." Lorenzo voice echoed, as he gripped around my wrist and moved it away from my face. "You are already my family serina. You always have been. And I can promise you baby you aren't bad at that."

Even In a time where he should hate me. Scream at me. Yell—he still comforted me, even when I failed to do the same thing for him moments ago.

"I—" I said, as I gasped quickly as I felt his hand move down my stomach and under my shirt, his eyes peaking up at mine for a reaction as he climbed down my body until he was positioned halfway off the bed, with his head In lined with my abdomen.

"I would never leave you." He said, drowning out my words, like he wanted the bad parts of this conversation to end and die, and never revive again.

he smoothed his hand over my skin, while delicately lifting up the shirt that I wore like a dress— his calm and careful actions contrasting to his dominant and vengeful ones from earlier. "Not even because of this." He whispered, as I sat up slightly as he gripped the sides of my hips and lowered his eyes. "Never this."he said, while hiding a small smile.

"This might not have been what I expected, but that doesn't mean it isn't what I wanted." He uttered, as he now seemed totally and completely enthralled with the skin over my belly. He looked at my stomach in such a way like he'd thought he'd be able to see some sort of bump, and his eyes glistened almost at The thought of what I would look like with one.

"Do you understand what I am saying?" Lorenzo asked, As if ensuring I was aware of the meaning of each and every syllable.

And so I nodded, at a loss of words.

"Use your words to Answer me." He spoke, with his teeth gritting at my lack of a verbal response.

"Yes." I then said, with tears in my eyes as I watched him blow out a breath of relief, before he lowered his head and planted a kiss just under my belly button.

"This baby Serina..." he said as "I want to have this baby with you." Lorenzo was crying now too, As he breathed hot air on my skin he had already set aflame.

"And as a bonus my love." He then said, with a predatory growl that made any toxic air around us disperse, as he kissed his way slowly up my body, until his forehead was pressed against mine

"I am the only person who knows just exactly how you got pregnant." He smirked, referring to how only we knew each and every detail of how hard we fuck each other. And how his cum looked, dripping from between my legs.

"Well I'm sure if People searched google for 'how are babies made' they'd find an answer." I smiled. I knew, because I have definitely searched that up before.

But He eyed me, because he knew I knew that wasn't what he meant.

"So Do you still love me? Even though I'm a crazy bitch?" I asked, as I wrapped my arms around his neck, and pulled him down onto me, as his hand slipped under my back And under the the clasps of my bra.

"I wouldn't call you per-say a 'crazy Bitch' but yes baby, of course I still love you."

"YES." I screamed, before I wrestle moved his ass and flipped him over so his back was against the mattress and I was sitting on him.

He looked at me, carefully. And we said nothing for a few moments.

"I don't like to fight with you-" He said after awhile, as the air that still lingers from our fight still clings to us like a sheet, as he let me sit upon his chest as though I weight nothing, "-it pisses me off, and I say shit I don't mean."

"Me too," I admitted, as I played with the wrap that encircled my cut up hand. "I definitely didn't mean what I said today. Any of it." I blew out a breath. "And I'm sorry for...uh...trashing our house for no reason, leaving without telling anyone, making you think I was dead, and—well lying to you, today and yesterday."

"It's okay—" he started, but I placed a hand over his mouth and shushed him.

"I'm not finished." I said, and he eyes me cautiously as he sat up and I landed between his legs. His hands catching me to keep me from falling off the bed and bonking my pretty little noggin.

But You'd be surprised how tall this bed is, but I think he made it that way so he could fuck me from behind easier.

and I bet you my whole ass left fucking tit that if I asked him the reason why the bed was this tall, he'd say the same thing.

"I'm sorry for telling the Uber driver that he was a deranged pineapple because he would not drive me anywhere close to the base because for some reason he didn't want to get shot—and then proceeded to leave me on the side of the road and gave me 1 star." I said with genuine confusion as to why this happened to me

"You tried to take a fucking Uber to a mafia base?" Lorenzo growled, like he wasn't sure how to call me stupid without actually calling me stupid.

"Key word is tried, I had to hike like 2 miles to get here." I said as he narrowed his eyes at me.

"Baby, there are mountain lions and rattle snakes around here." He growled, as he gripped me tighter and looked me over for any signs of bite marks.

But if I'm going to get bit by something it has to be a Vampire, no exceptions. Or well, Lorenzo too. Especially if sexual intercourse is involved.

"And I'm sorry for cutting a hole in the gate with sharp sticks and using a rock to break a window—"

"I think you should just stop apologizing." He gave me a weak smile, "before I actually start thinking that you're a 'crazy Bitch.'."

"Wow. I'm am HURT." I joked as he smiled at my expression.

"But seriously, no more of that. Any of it. And from now on You talk to me. You don't lie. You don't just leave. Promise me." He said his eyes becoming serious.

"Yes. I promise." I said, just as he leaned back again, so his back was against the mattress.

"Did you actually cut a hole threw barbed wire with sticks?" He asked, like he couldn't let that part of the story go.

yes no. Yes.

"no." I smirked "I flew. you should have seen it. I glided right over the really tall fence."

He looked at me with a small amused smile, as he grabbed his phone from his pocket and quickly typed up a message, most likely about me defacing his safety barrier.

"You are lucky I love you." He whispered, as he threw his phone across the bed and planted his hands onto my stomach gently.

Yes I was lucky that he loved me.

"Oh? How lucky." I smiled, while taking my teeth between my lip—feeling the way his cock now pressed up against my covered pussy.

"Mmm, maybe if you move up forward a little bit I'll let you know." He breathed, because he feigned for me just as much as I did for him. "Are you feeling better my love?" He asked me.

I was an borderline alcoholic, but I knew Lorenzo is twice as addictive as anything else in the world. Even if Lorenzo had let me do crack when I asked a few months ago, I know doing Lorenzo would be a hell of a lot better.

With a sinister smile on my face I moved forward on my knees until His face was right under me.

"Your not mad at me anymore...?" I whispered, sincerely wanting to know.

"I love you too much to be." He growled as he reached up and pulled my hips down, using his teeth to move my underwear away as he drove his tongue inside me. "Answer me question, how do you feel now?"

"Oh fuck baby." I moaned "Lorenzo the door—" I moaned, with my eye actually twitching as I threw my head back in pleasure.

"Who fucking cares." He asked, as I turned my gaze to the very much open door, but lost interest in it as he stroked his tongue up my pussy to the point I forgot what the fuck thinking was. "Answer me."

My legs began to shake as I rose to an orgasm quickly.

"Yes. Now. But I don't know what was wrong with me."

I think I might have then screamed him name, or maybe it was just a incoherent mix of words that I yelled.

"Oh god yes, tongue fuck me!" I then screamed, as he rocked my hips against his mouth. His tongue swiping along my clit, my moans of his name drowning out any further existence of the fight we had.

The pleasure I felt was almost too much to handle, and I couldn't hold still as I reached down into his hair—his growl of approval almost as orgasmic as his movements

"I called for a medic." He told me, as he tongue fucked my core.

"Oh god I'm gonna cum baby." I said, as I rode his face. His stubble scratching my clit. My eyes rolling into the back of my head as he pulled my hips down further and curved his tongue.

"OH FUCK, JUST LIKE THAT!" I moaned, as He moved my hips so I was grinding on his face.

"Do You like my tongue in your little pussy Serina?" Let me taste you." He demanded, while bitting the inside of my thigh.

"IM GOING TO FUCKING EXPLODE" I moaned, as he slapped my ass. "DESTROY ME!"

"WITH THE DOOR OPEN?" Marcos scream made Lorenzo hault his mind blowing tongue fucking and me to burst out laughing, as Lorenzo turned his head to the side to see Marco. His face hidden by my legs.

I looked down at Lorenzo, to see his lips a little swollen and dripping wet and his breathing quick and dizzy.

"I'm scarred. Scarred for life!" Marco screamed, as Lorenzo sat up and let me fall onto his lap, and fixed my underwear and adjusted my shirt to cover me entirely.

And he held me a little tighter then normal. His eyes narrowed at the presence of a man anyone near me, even though it was only Marco.

"I'm sorry to disrupt, but I got your text." Marco shuttered,

"You interrupted my mind blowing orgasm to tell us you know how iMessage works?" I hissed, Lorenzos eyes narrowing at my choice of words, his arms pulling me tighter. "I'm lighting your room on fire." I finished while looking at Marco

I was Half joking about doing that

"You little—" Marco tried to say, but Lorenzos angry voice came back and he said with a growl

"What the fuck do you want marco."

"Oh yeah—We all heard screaming, and you said needed a medic—but Jesus did you guys really have to fuck with the door open?" Marco fronted.

"I screamed for him to destroy me that should have been your warning not to come here, and He was actually just licking my pussy. And you've seen the same shit in porn don't lie, it's not like you're a saint."

"Yeah except the difference is that it's not my best friend licking—"

"How about you both just shut the fuck up about it." Lorenzo sighed while tilting his head back in annoyance "fuck after this day I need a joint."

"You can Snort coke off my ass if you want." I suggested, and Lorenzo looked at me like I was the girl of his dreams. Which I was, obviously.

"You guys are the worst. Like actually."

Lorenzo let out a sigh, as he turned his gaze to Marco, "close the door." He said and Marco raised an eyebrow and even I got confused as to why.

"Serina have you told anyone else?" Lorenzo then looked at me, and I shook my head.

"No. And I buried the thing in the ground outside our front door."

I haven't even said the words out loud until I told Lorenzo. And I lit the test I took on fire and buried it somewhere in our backyard.

"Told anyone else what...?" Marco uttered, while crossing his arms.

"She's pregnant." Lorenzo said, and I noticed the small joyful little smirk in his voice despite the stone look on his face.

this man, is my baby daddy.

Hearing him say those words like that, made my heart smile.

"Like sperm swimming to the egg and shit? Like cooking fetuses inside your stomach type of pregnant?" Marco asked, like a dumb fucking child. Despite him being a man, who knew how sex works.

"Yep. Just like that." I hummed anyways. As I turned to Lorenzo and kissed his cheek, "from lots of nasty, slutty sex."

He let out a sigh, as he wrapped his hands around my back. Inhaling my scent before continuing

"Okay, so as of now we are the only people who get to know about—" Lorenzo began to stay

"I HEARD THERE WAS DANGER I CAME TO HELP." Rosario screamed as he burst threw the door  guns blazing and sent the door smashing against the wall.

"Fucking Christ." Lorenzo growled as he rolled out his shoulders,

"Nope not quite! It's just daddy Rosario."

Lorenzo looked like he wanted to murder 'daddy Rosario' with a pitchfork.

And I just smiled happily on the lap of my baby daddy aka sex daddy as he recaped everything to Rosario.

"Oh damn. But what about the people who want to cut us all into little piece and throw us into the river?" Rosario asked, while stroking his non-existent beard.

"That's why no one can know about serina being pregnant." Lorenzo said. "For as long as possible."

"It will be hard to hide it from others when she starts to show." Rosario said, as I turned my gaze to him. "well have to be cautious. Increased security. Increase tightness in our ranks,"

"Yes. Rosario I need you to spearhead that." Lorenzo said, as he planned and strategized this in his head. His mind raced so fast I could practically hear his thoughts.

"Wait Why?" I asked. And they all looked around like my question was obvious. "Who cares If I'm cooking Serina and Lorenzo stew."

They all looked each each other, eyes hesitant.

"I have enemies baby." Lorenzo told me. "A lot."

They looked at me Like maybe, they'd experienced this situation before. Like they Have done the things they feared would be done to me "A mafia mans wife is one thing, but a wife carrying a heir? You'd be Worth so much more Serina, and that's a whole different story all together," Marco said, while pacing in-front of us. "I mean if You want to drown an empire then all you'd have to do is—" Marco continued, but I cut him off, knowing I didn't want to know the end of his sentence

Kill me. all someone would have to do is kill me.

"Oh." I said simply. And I looked to Lorenzo, whose mind puzzled and turned within itself.

and I realized now, that I would no longer have to fear for just my life.

"This discussion doesn't leave this room." Lorenzo hissed. "And if it does, I'll kill you without hesitation," Lorenzo voice was rabid, and he meant every word as he looked at Marco and Rosario.

"Aye aye captain." Rosario smirked

"If I was going to betray your ass I would have done it already bitch." Marco hissed while giving both me and Lorenzo the finger.

But Lorenzo just ignored it as he kissed my neck.

"Would someone really try to kill me? Just because I'm pregnant?" I asked, my question making Lorenzo nip at my skin and look up

"Yes baby." He said, his voice lacing with razors. Like he was daring someone to try to even lay a finger on me.

Like he wanted to show the world what will happen if someone dares to touch what isn't theirs.

His jaw tensed and his eyes darkened at the thought of anyone trying to hurt me and our baby.

Hello, a lot of people have commented and are questioning and upset about Serina and Lorenzos reactions and words throughout this chapter.

But I do write the things I do with purpose, and I wanted to touch on it a little.

Their fight is centred around the main fears the characters have presented throughout the book. Serina is afraid of being alone and not having a family in a sense as she never Had that connection or stability while growing up. Lorenzo is terrified of being his father, hurting Serina, and corrupting the good around him (like his unbornchild) like he was corrupted by his father.

Their fight is reflective on how they used to fight before, in response to mimicry of these fears or a similarity to them.

It represents that our fears don't disappear, and that the people we are in the past don't just go away. They still have those fears and they are presented through this confrontation and they both let them get the better of them despite knowing their partner understood their side.