Please lover please tell me that it's not what it looks like...

"I thought you said this was an auction?" I growled as I stared as the fucking ballroom full of million dollar men, and hookers dressed up as royalty.

I thought this was going to be a grab a snack, watch a few creeps bid on someone and then dip kind of thing.

I turned my gaze to Lorenzo, trying my best to be angry, but it was hard to look at him and not want him to just take me back to the car and strip me naked.

"It is. Just...different." He growled lowly to me.

He looked evil, dressed in all black with jewelry and a watch on his wrist and hands. His eyes matching, as they were silver like glistening knives, ready to cut and to kill.

Lorenzo looked like a demon, and people looked at him as such.

I felt like I was in the hunger games or some shit, and as Lorenzo secured his hand around my waist as he walked us through the crowd, people stopped and stared as if we were on fire.

My skin burned as Woman stared at me like I'd stolen something from them, or that I'd taken something that they desired. Their eyes trailed me, and the connection I held to Lorenzo

Their hands spinning champagne and wine around in their glasses.

"Everyone is staring. Watching." I whispered, as the sound of my heels clicking echoed, and a terminal of emotion slithered up my spine As people stopped and whispered, nodding to Lorenzo as we passed by, and smiling at me as I followed.

"I've never came to this with a woman." He said, as he reached between us and interlocked our hands, like he felt his grip around my waist wasn't clear enough in saying who I belonged to, as he surveyed the men here who stared vigorously at me

"A woman? Pardon sir I'm not just a woman." I said, placing a hand on my chest that was littered with pained gold and jewels on strings. "I'm your wife. Not your woman. 'Woman' makes me sound like I'm your mistress." I smiled as we came up to a lush green couch, with people sitting upon it.

"You are my wife." He said, his eyes aflame, and that flame only grew as he turned his gaze to those who eyed me like I was...desirable.

ME? no. Sike I'm one hot piece of ass.

"Move." Lorenzo growled in an instant, and the people sitting looked up at who had spoken, and then shot out of their seats in an instant.

Lorenzo pulled me into him , and sat down, guiding me to sit on his lap. His eyes were like slits, and his body was stiff. He pulled me close, his hands sliding around my waist and wrapping just under my left boob. His thumb brushing my covered nipple.

His hands position on me Setting out a claim that made many turn their eyes away. "You are my fucking wife, Yet Men stare at you like you're theirs." He growled "your dress is so revealing. I love it, but hate it."

In this world, you didn't touch what wasn't yours. Lorenzo wanted to remind the people here of that.

"Lover you picked out my dress." I smiled, as I wrapped my one arm around his shoulder, drawing my hand to his back. Loving how he let me touch his scars without flinching.

"And I hate that I did that." He whispered into my ear. "But I thought it'd look good, crumbled up in the backseat of my car."

"Oh so you assume you're getting laid tonight?" I smirked. "Well not anymore. I'm abstaining."

"Sparrow my cock will be inside your little pussy as soon as I get you alone." He promised, his hands digging indents in my skin that made me shiver.

"You know what Lorenzo, yes absolutely." I smiled, and he eyed me lowly, before he stared straight. Thought he smoothed his hand over my skin, as he turned serious and deadly.

Marco and Rosario had followed us, but since went their separate ways in the pool of people. Still watching us, still waiting.

Their hands on their weapons and their eyes on the crowd.

"I fucking hate that I brought you here." He growled, as his face was rock solid and frighteningly stoic. But I knew that he had to put on this mask with so many eyes watching us, and observing our every move.

"I know." I said, and at my response he grabbed his gun and cocked it, holding his finger on the trigger as he rested the loaded pistol against my thigh.

"Considering this is no violence allowed, everyone seems to have weapons." I whispered to him, as people began to take their seats, holding little Paddles with numbers on them.

"Creating Violence at a place like this will make everyone turn theirs guns to you. People come here prepared to kill, but knows not to dare shoot first."

"I see." I said, as the dagger strapped against my thigh itched to be used. I am a maniac and a killer, and I don't fucking care.

"But outside this ballroom? No one gives a fuck." He said, as I stared at him.

"Have I told you that you look ravishing yet?" He asked, as his lips pressed against my shoulder. His kiss making me bring my lip between my teeth.

"No." I said "you've not said the word ravishing yet." I continued while swallowing heavily.

"You look better then every other woman here, no wonder they stare." He said "now relax, you are stiff." He whispered, as he dragged his finger up the inside of my thigh,

"They stare because you are delicious and they can't believe you belong to me. Jealousy is a disease, and I don't give many fucks if they die from it." I growled "and also don't fucking tell me to relax when you're the one making me this way."

"I love how violent you are." He smiled, as he planted a kiss on my neck. Forcing a breathless moan to leave my lips.

"I love how violent I am too." I whispered, as the lights dimmed and I felt like I was attending fashion week. "And I really can't wait to see this Veronica bitch."

"You won't be seeing her. Not now " he growled

"Why?" I asked

"Because if you kill her, I'll have to kill everyone here." He growled. "You can't kill her out in the open like this." He continued

"How long ago Did you two fuck?" I asked. As I looked out into the crowd.

"more then a year ago. Before I met you. Only a few times." His answer was short. Specific. Stern.

"Ok." I whispered, as I leant back into him. Seeking his comfort and warmth almost subconsciously

"You're not... you're not upset?" He said. Testing the words on his lips.

"Lorenzo I know you've been with other woman. I have no right to be mad about it. Jealous and territorial however yes absolutely." I said "but I mean, we have both fucked other people before we met each other. You have and I have. But We are adults. So I think we can be adult about it right?"

"Are you trying to piss me off?" He growled "because you mentioning the men you have bed makes me furious."

"I'm not trying to do anything." I narrowed my eyes slightly causing him to grow angrier.

"you bring up you sleeping with other men like you think that's not going to piss me right the fuck off? What—"

"We are literally sitting in your ex fuck mates house." I said. "So I think you can get over it." I hissed.

"Ex fuck mate?" Lorenzo question with a chuckle . "Serina are you being serious?" He growled

"I'm going to the bathroom." I said as I pushed off him.

"Serina." He called out to me as he stood, but I was already walking through the crowd by the time he called my name.

•
Splashing water on my cheeks I sighed, as I placed my hands on the counter top and closed my eyes.

Listening to the sound of the door opening—locking.

My eyes shoot open In an instant, and I turn around.

A woman stood in a purple dress, that was low-cut and short. Her long blond hair was curled, and her legs were long and smooth.

Lorenzo had shown me what she looked like. And as I studied her face I could tell in less then a second it was her.

"Serina wasn't it?" Veronica smiled, as she dropped her hand from the door.

I didn't say anything, I just looked down at the knife she held in her hands. "Not much of a talker I see." She smirked "I thought you'd be more...fiery." She pointed out,

"I don't have anything to talk to you about." I answered "and even if I did, I probably wouldn't have chosen to do it in the same place that people take dumps."

"There she is." She smirked. "Serina. Serina. Serina." Veronica whispered, like she was testing the name out on her lips.

"So How much did Lorenzo pay for you?" Veronica asked, as her nails clicked against her wine glass. Her eyes looking into mine, they shown a deep drowning blue.

"Hmm?" I asked, turning my gaze to her as I Leant against the counter.

She scoffed lowly, moving her eyes from the floor then to me. Her heels clicking on the bathroom tile as she came up to me. Close. Too close.

"You heard me." She smiled, "how much did Lorenzo buy you for? At auction. I assume you are a prostitute, no?" Veronicas words were like knives, they wouldn't have the power to cut me, but I could tell by the ravenous look in her eye that she tried to.

She knew who I was. She knew I was his wife, the whole world knew.

"Look Veronica, cut the bullshit insults, we aren't in fucking high school." I said, as I ran my hands under the tap water. The dagger on my thigh burned. But people saw me walk into the bathroom, so if I stabbed her right in her fucking face I'm sure it'd be obvious I did it.

"I wasn't insulting you. I was asking a question. Are you, a stupid little prositute?" Her smile was sinister, she knew damn well she was trying to insult me"Lorenzo likes his woman that way, trust me I'd know." She said, testing me, as she came forward and leant into the mirror and applied more lipgloss onto her lips.

My eyes looking at her bracelet, and all the little charms it held.

"you know how he like his woman?" I smirked. Genuinely curious. "Doggy or in the ass? I'm dying to know."

She stared at me for a moment, "You know you're not the only one who thought that you could save him."

"What?" I scoffed, as I turned to her.

"I fell for his darkness too." She hummed, fluttering his eyes closed for a moment. "You see he bought me from trafficking. But Lorenzo, he kept me around. I fell for him, and the sex, and I told him I loved him. And then he sold me to a business partner for a glass of scotch." She said, and I watched her eyes flash.

And I just stared at her.

"You're just a slut to him." She hissed "just another piece of pussy that once he's tired of, he'll get rid of."

I knew that She was trying to get me to hurt her, cause a scene.

"You know...you are so right. Thank you. I'll keep that in mind. Maybe I'll even journal hard about it later." I smiled.

"You mean nothing to him. And sooner or later he will come back to me." She whispered. "I know him. I understand him. I understand What he needs."

"you know nothing about him or what he needs." I said calmly. Despite the daggers and demons that were stabbing my insides and tearing me apart.

He kept her around, he told me he'd never been that way with anyone. I didn't know what to make of what she said. Whether she was lying to get under my skin, or if it was true, and Lorenzo had not been honest about his relationship with her,

My answer made her angry, and she took her wine and threw it at me. It spilt down the front of my red dress, staining it.  And in an instant I was pressed against the wall and she was holding a knife against my throat.

"You stupid fucking puta. My business is prostitution. With one fucking word I could have you  whore ass taken, and Lorenzo would never see you again. Not even if he searched." She growled, as she pressed the knife deeper into my sling until it stung, her eyes were sick with promise. "And the people who'd get you, I can promise they won't fuck as pretty as your little husband does."

"Okay then." I said, turning to look at her. A sick smile on my face. "Do it princess." I hissed. She blinked, looking take aback.

My heart pounded in my chest. And a part of me was terrified. But there wasn't a ounce of it that I let shine through. But surely that fear burned onto tar and ash, and That rotten part of me made my vision red.

"You think you're special? Brave? You think That I won't kill you?" She whispered with a shaky breath.

I knew my eyes were on fire, and I knew that if I stayed in this bathroom for a second more I'd spill her blood all over the floor.

So I gripped her hand, and I twisted it, The top of the blade nicking me, the burning smell of iron filling my nose.

forcing the knife out of her grip and into mine,  and with one clear hit to her face I shoved her away.
She stumbled into the sink using it to catch herself.

"You bitch! Come back here." She screamed, her voice acidic. Her hand holding her nose.

But I just walked to the doors, my hand moving up to feel the small cut that made my skin sting.  My heels clicking as she continued to speak. Screaming slurs at me In A language that I couldn't understand.

A shiver ran up my spine as I stepped back out to the party, my body shaking with anger as The smell of wine made me feel like throwing up.

I saw Lorenzo from across the room, his eyes connecting to me angrily, as he noticed my dress.

I watched him step forward, but the men who he was speaking to wouldn't let him leave.

I stared at him for a second, scanning his face for answers to questions I haven't even asked him yet.

before Rosario's voice caught me off guard. "Serina what the fuck happened?" He asked, as he looked at my ruined dress, his hands and eyes inspecting me.

And the small cut on my neck that bled.

"Don't fucking touch me." I said angrily, as I urged his hands off "god I fucking hate galas and balls and parties" I hissed, as I watched Veronica slip out of the bathroom like a snake.

Rosario narrowed his eyes in the direction I was looking, and he growled lowly. "Veronica? Did she hurt you?"

I didn't answer, and just turned my gaze away.

"Let's go" He hissed, his hand gripping hard onto mine as he walked me away from the groups of people hovering by the bathroom and Towards Marco, who was cocking and uncocking his gun over and over again. His eyes lost in the crowd, staring, as he stood brooding alone in the corner.

"Did you piss yourself?" Marco asked, turning his eyes to me with a sheepish laugh, until he looked up and at the small streak of blood. His eyes darkening and turning demonic. "Who the fuck hurt you?"

"I don't give a fuck that this is no violence allowed, I'll take that gun and shove it up your ass." I said, and a few people turned their attention to me and gasped at my abrasiveness.

My hand finding my neck, I felt the crimson on my fingers and I couldn't help but smile.

"Serina who cut you?" He asked as he gripped my face and forced my head to turn. His eyes glaring at the knifes kiss.

"Veronica." Rosario said. His eyes staring into Marcos angrily.

"What?" Marco growled as he let go of my chin, His eyes shooting to me. "What happened what did she say?"

"This that and the next thing." I smiled up to him. Feeing a little...a lot...demonic. "Threatened to sell me off." I said, and their faces tightened in anger.

"What else? What ear did she say?" Marco hissed, shaking my shoulders slightly.

"Why? Scared she told me something she wasn't supposed to?" I whispered, "both of you are assholes. Assholes. Leave me alone." I fronted, as I shoved out of Rosario's grip and walked away.

I didn't even know where the fuck I was going, but I just walked through the crowd until I spotted a empty couch,

Their was a huge stage in the middle of the room, and people walked across it in jewelry just like Lorenzo had said. People holding paddles, raising them. Bidding. Buying.

I sat down on the couch with a sigh. Using the end on my dress to dab clean my neck, before Stabbing The knife I stole from Veronica into the leather

I smiled, before Grabbing my knife from its sheath on my thigh , And twirling it in my hand.

I looked over and Marco was now speaking on the phone, and Rosario had disappeared. Lorenzo was now missing from where he was as well.

Fantastic. Well now if I go missing no one will fucking know.

I was left to my fucking thoughts. And all I could think about, was the thought of Lorenzo acting the way he does with me—with Veronica.

He kept me around. Her words played tricks in my mind. Made me feel crazy. I trusted Lorenzo with my life, if I didn't I would fucking be here, but I didn't trust myself as I thought of how his hands used to touch her.

"Can I offer you a drink?"  A man said, as he came and sat beside me. Knocking me out of my head.

"No." I said. As I stayed staring forward. My eye twitching. God I wanted to fucking leave. I wanted Lorenzo. I wanted—I don't even know what I wanted.

"I'm surprised you are alone. Lorenzo usually never leaves your side." The person questioned. Like he wanted me to think he was a murderer.

"If your trying to sound like you want to kidnap me then you're doing a great job." I hissed and he chuckled lowly.

"No, love, it's nothing like that. Lorenzo is a business partner of mine. A friend." He said, as he placed an arm behind my head on the couch. Making me stiffen.

"Lorenzo doesn't have friends." I said as I finally turned my gaze to him. My eyes catching his, I stared into the deep brown shade that just echoed confidence. Gripping the knife in my palm a little harder

"I know." He answered. "No one in this world truly does."

"What the fuck do you want?" I said, as I let my eyes trail over his face. His chiseled, beard covered jawline and his light brunette hair that was slicked back perfectly with jell. His ear piercings and tattoos that snaked up his neck. His knuckles that were bruised, and fingers that were lined with rings.

"I'm not one to enjoy these type of parties." He sighed, avoiding my question, as he snapped his fingers to call over a waitress.

"I'll get bourbon." He said, and the waitress nodded, before turning her gaze to me.

"Do you have chocolate milk?" I smiled, and she blinked.

"She asked you a fucking question, answer." He snapped. Causing the waitress to nod, Writing the order down on her little notepad thing before fucking off into the bar.

"Milk?" The man laughed lowly. "You really are something else aren't you?" He whispered, preying eyes observing me.

"Oh yeah I really am." I said.

"My name is Christian." He said.

His name is Christian and he works in the mafia business. How ironic.

"I didn't ask." I smiled lowly, quickly pushing it away.

"I know. But I have the feeling that we are going to be friends." He said, with a stupid smirk.

"Do you now? Fine. My names—"

"Serina DeLuca. I know. Everyone knows."

"Wow am I famous?"

"Yes." He smiled, as our drinks were placed in front of us, and I looked at mine as he grabbed his; and how he Tilted it back.

"Neat." I whispered, as I looked up at the naked woman who stepped across the stage. Now Wearing nothing but diamonds.

I searched the room once more, and I couldn't see anyone familiar. Marco—was gone now too.

something wasn't right.

"You seem overwhelmed." He said, as he turned his gaze, trying to see where I was looking.

"I am." I admitted

"Want to talk about it?" He asked "does it have anything to do with your dress? And your tears or that nasty little—"

"do I want to talk about it? Are we at a fucking sleepover or something?"

"Your feisty. Nothing like I expected." Christian smiled. "I heard you were spicy, but I expected-"

"You are really starting to sound like someone I should be staying away from." I said, as I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Just talk to me. Let me help." He said. "I'm very helpful." He purred.

"Fine. You know what fine. But if you try to kill me later I'll be very upset." I growled as I pointed my knife at him.

"I promise I won't try to kill you later." He said. His eyes a brown fortress. With so much random shit locked inside them.

"One of my husband ex lovers is the host of this party. She came up to me in the bathroom. Or whatever." I said, and he narrowed his eyes on the same angered way that Marco and Rosario had

"Or whatever?" He said, tilting his head slightly.

"She threatened me." I smirked As I touched my collarbone for only a split second "And I don't do well with...threats, I'm a very violent person and I want to do very violent things but we are at a—"

"No violence allowed gala?"he said with a smirk

"Yep." I whispered.

"Well." He started as he sat forward and set his drink down. "That's—that sucks."

"Wow you are useless," I said.

"You know, I didn't peg you for the type to be violent." Christian said.

"You dont?" I asked with a small laughed

"Well while I was walking up to you I didn't. I definitely do now though. You are kind of frightening." He said, as he looked down.

Causing me to do the same, and I looked at the dagger that was shoved into the couch between us, and how my hand was gripping another so tight my knuckles were turning white.

"You caught me on an off day." I smirked. But honestly when do I have an on day? I laughed lowly, as I set my gaze back on the crowd. But While scanning the people, and the party, the laughing and boxing, my heart stopping as I saw Veronica.

I saw her—standing with Lorenzo. And how his hand brushed up his arm, as they talked and she laughed like he said something funny.

"True," christian smirked, but I could barely even hear him now"but wait, Veronica threatened you?" He then said, before looking off into the crowd for a moment. His eyes catching on to what I was seeing.

I didn't answer. I said absolutely nothing.

"Well I can tell you that she's ugly."he said. "Compared to you, dirt. You are very sexy."

I turned my gaze to him and rolled my eyes. Despite the lump in my throat, and fire in my chest and the anger in my head.

"I don't even care. He can have her." I said. But I did care. I cared so fucking much, I grabbed my drink and took a sip.

Wishing that It was alcohol, but knowing it couldn't be.

"If he is stupid enough to touch her knowing you're here watching." He said, as he turned his gaze to me
,and I noticed how dark and dangerous his eyes had turned "I'll kill his ass, friend or not." He said, half joking.

And I laughed lowly as a tear fell from my eye, and he brought his hand to my cheek and brushed it away. "he is a fucking idiot." He growled to me, And despite having only the slightest clue to who I was, he rested my head on his shoulders as we watched my lover flirt with...

And until now I forgot where I was, what type of people were here. I forgot that he was actually most likely a murderer.

"Why are you being so nice? You don't know me." I said suspiciously, Scanning his face for answers. Despite knowing he most likely wouldn't give them.

"Can't a man be nice to a pretty woman?" He smirked. His eyes scanning my face in return, for answers he could probably get within seconds.

I knew that I was a wreck right now. And if he wasn't sitting with me right now, I most definitely would have already walked up to them and killed her.

With a Crowd watching or not.

"No." I said, as I turned my gaze back to Lorenzo. "Not when you..." I went to make a snarky joke, trying to insult him, but my voice died.

As I watch how Lorenzo grab Veronica by her hand with a smirk, and lead her through a set of doors. Leaving the party, with his hand in hers.