Lorenzo

I watch as the perra tightens my tie, then moves to my suit. How dare she insult me-Lorenzo Valentini Ambrosiõ. And compare me to a broke bachelor.

Her breath fans against the crook of my neck and her breasts-even though concealed through the lace of her wedding dress, begged to spill out.

Her sister on the other hand, stood silently obedient. She had done her homework. She knew not to mess with me.

Swiftly, I grab the perra by the neck, taking her off guard. With my free hand, I dismiss the two standing before us.

We were alone now.

Her tiny hands-in comparison to mine, clutch onto mine, trying to pry my hands off but fails dismally.

["Escucha, Alessandra. No sé qué piensas que estás haciendo, pero esta es mi casa, así que mis reglas. ¿Lo tengo?"] "Listen, Alessandra. I don't know what you think your doing-but this is my house so my rules. Got that?"

She sucks in a some air and a face goes a tinge pink.

She is learning her lesson now.

"Y-you realise." She chokes. "I don't know what the f-fuck you said Lorenzo."

My face scrunches up, "You are at my mercy and still you continue to defy me."

The perra manages to roll her eyes.

"At your mercy?" She scoffs, "The only time I'll be at your mercy is when we're alone."

My grip around her neck tightens and I bring my cold lips to her ear. "We are alone now aren't we, no?"

I let her go and she drops to the ground gasping for air. Gaining some strength-she gets up and throws daggers at me. She begins to walk away but I swiftly grab her arm and pull her petite body onto mine.

"Where are you going? We were talking, no?" I smirk cocking my head to the side.

She struggles against me, "And I was leaving, no?"

And for the first time in a long time, I was left speechless. Her oak brown eyes glimmer and radiate so much hate directed to me.

"Leave." I order.

Muttering profanities, she marches up the stairs without a second glance.

Muttering some of my own, I fix my cuffs and head down to my office.

After finalising a few drug deals, I pull out a cigar and puff in the toxic vapour. I close my eyes taking in another breath of vapour. Somewhat relaxed, I remove my blazer and chuck it on the floor.

The stupid perra's scent was still evident on my clothes.

The rage inside me bubbles over and I chuck some paperwork onto the floor.

How dare she challenge me? But if it's a challenge she wants, a challenge is what she'll get.

My door creaks open and even though I've had four glasses of vodka, I can recognise his face anywhere.

"Hello, brother."

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Look ma, no hands!