♞—Lorenzo My head snapped to the side, a faint burn lingered on my cheek, I looked back at her as tears dropped down her chin. Why was she crying? Isn't he what she wanted? Why is she reacting like that? The last two days with her had been different, I wanted to give her the choice of choosing for herself. Because if she wanted to stay with me, I would have done everything in my power to keep her. My gaze flicked back to the blonde asshole who stood protectively behind her, his brows furrowed with concern. I didn't mean for him to see us like that but something inside of me wanted her, an inner urge emerged, wanting to say goodbye to her for what seemed like the last time.Because I know, I just fucking know that she will choose him. That bastard looked like a ken fucking doll compared to me. No matter how much I loathed it, she was meant to be with someone who had no dark secrets, no dark past. Someone like Jack, her filthy stable boy. My chest tightened with apprehension, refus
♕—Delilah Jack tugged me along, I kept looking back over my shoulder. Was he following me? Is this a trap? Was he testing me? Is he or his men going to jump out of nowhere and drag me back to his place? But none of that happened... Lorenzo didn't follow me... I looked back again, tears streaming down my face faster than my heartbeat. A loud sob escaped my throat. I could still feel him all over me, all into me. His scent still lingered over my body, his touch still remained on my skin. He let me go without a fight?He gave me up just like that after all that? How can he? Jack wrapped an arm around my shoulder as he paid for the bus ticket to Brooklyn. I still looked back for him... Why was I looking back for him? He kidnapped me, didn't he? He kept me in that room until I took my own life. He put that collar around my neck. He's horrible! He's a killer! He's crazy! He's everything I know shouldn't want in my life! Jack. Jack is who I chose. Jack is the one I had been in love
♕—Delilah "Everything..." I whispered, "He had taken everything from me, Jack, everything..." my eyes burned with the force of the tears that threatened to break free. I gave up! I gave up, Lorenzo, you win! I felt my heart break as I began to cry, uncontrollably sobbing into Jack's shirt. My breath was short with each deep intake of air, and my cries echoed in the confined space. I clung to him like a limp rag doll, my heart beating against his chest."He took away all my hopes and dreams, Jack, every last one of them. Now, I'm left with nothing, no possessions, only a hollow void inside my heart. He stripped away my freedom, invading my physical and mental spaces. He took it all, and it's too much for me to bear. I'm broken... He took everything..." I miss him so deeply it hurts. I cry for the love I held for him, and the way it was taken away from me!He took my heart... He took my heart... He took my heart... These words kept resonating in my head but never left my lips.
♕—Delilah "What now?" I asked as Jack ate his breakfast, my appetite had diminished completely, and I didn't feel like eating anything. "We'll figure something out soon." "How?" I asked, "We have no money..." Jack shoved a piece of toast in his mouth before wiping his hand with a napkin and finally giving me his undivided attention. "We'll figure something out!" "Maybe, I should get a job here somewhere," I suggested, knowing well that I knew nothing about anything and we still weren't safe. Nikolai Costello or his men could find us at any second...Jack laughed, "A job? You?" I lifted a shoulder, "Why not? I could work at a restaurant, don't you think?" That just made him laugh harder, "My, there sure is a difference between the kitchen of a royal palace and the kitchen of a restaurant, isn't there, Delilah? Just because your servants have been flattering you doesn't necessarily mean you cook well. All your servants do is try to get on your good side. Those servants of yours,
♕—Delilah I hung the dress in the bathroom as I turned on the shower. I discarded my undergarment but hastily washed my body. I know where he lives. I know what I want. Everything is as clear as day, I can't move on. I just can't. My hand trembled with excitement as I showered, scrubbing soap over my body and then using the cheap shampoo. I dried myself off with a towel, put on the dress, and stepped outside and into the room. I gave Jack a bright smile before shoving my dirty clothes into another bag. I jumped up and instinctively felt Jack's presence behind me. I felt a sudden chill as he grasped my waist and spun me around, pulling me near him."I apologize for my words, my princess, I have been dealing with immense stress from your father, King Alexander, and Nikolai Costello and his thugs. I understand if my words caused any hurt, and for that, I am truly sorry."I gave it a shot, I genuinely put in the effort to feel something. Whether it was those fluttery emotions or the spa
Lorenzo - Fifteen-Year-Old They confined him in an isolated prison cell away from all others. Lorenzo Vitelli had become the most feared name throughout all of Italy.He was named the “Sicilian Devil” by the news channels and the common people. He told them all about every single murder he committed, the four dead bodies rotting away in the basement of his home and the murder of Officer Dario Coppola, that his wife had witnessed.He brazenly admitted to all of his deeds on record. Proudly proclaiming that he would relish the chance to commit the same misdeeds if presented with the opportunity.The clever young heir to the Costello fortune, who was just seventeen, was intently listening to the news. His interest in the family business grew with each passing day, as he was being groomed to take the reins from his father, and for that, he had to build his own network of advisors; he did not have faith in the people near his father. He wanted his own inner circle. He had come to Sicily w
♞—Lorenzo I sighed regretfully as I entered Niko's mansion, my gun still clutched tightly in my hands. The sight that greeted me was one I loved to see, Niko cradling Massimo with Evangeline seated beside them. Niko's eyes fell on me and the smile vanished as it got replaced by a frowned look. "Lorenzo?" Evangeline's eyes beamed at me with so much warmth, and I adored her deeply. Seeing her made me believe in the impossible because she looked just like Aurora with that ethereal aura of hers. She radiated the same innocence as Aurora had, stealing my breath away. Everything about her reminded me of Aurora, that's why she was so special to me. She was never repulsed by my scars or the killing. After Aurora, she was the only one who really understood me and still held me so dearly. Niko handed Massimo over to Evangeline and stood up, approaching me. He looked deeply into my eyes as if he was deciphering their contents. He was the only one that had ever been able to truly understand
♕—Delilah I groaned and rolled over as a pounding headache filled my skull, my eyelids felt too heavy to open. But with a monumental effort, I forced them apart, cringing at the sudden influx of light. My mouth felt like sandpaper and I had to swallow hard to make the rock clogging my throat go away. I awoke, my eyes immediately recognizing the ceiling above me. dread settled in my stomach as memories flooded back and I came to my senses - it was the same ceiling I had spent countless days beneath. Sitting upright and surveying my surroundings, I realized I was in my own bedroom.How? How did I get here? Jack... I was with Jack and—Lorenzo, oh my god! The door creaked open and Rita walked in, "Rita?! Oh my GOD, Rita, what happened?! How am I HERE?! Where's Mama? Where's Anthony?! I was with Jack and--and he--!" Rita cautiously approached me and took a seat on the bed, her grip tightening around my hand as she gave me a nervous smile, "I'm here to make sure you're ready for King