Chapter 4

Doing as I was told I put my plate down and followed Gianna outside. When we walked out the back door I was greeted with the cool New York fall breeze. I just took a moment and enjoyed the  the calm that was around me. The moment didn't last very long though, because my ears were soon filled with loud yelling in Italian. Me and Gianna both looked at each other and started to follow the sound of the voices. 

After turning a few short corners we saw the horrific scene unfolding in-front of us. Lorenzo had his gun pointing at the old man sitting in front of him. The old man had a small smirk on his face and looked completely unfazed by the predicament he was in.  

"Non sono lo stesso uomo che ero allora Alfonso." Lorenzo spat. (I'm not the same man I was then Alfonso.)

"Certo che non lo sei. Sei cambiato molto da quando l'hai ucciso." the old man said. (Of course you aren't. You've changed a lot since you killed him.)

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"Tieni il suo nome fuori dalla bocca! Smettila di mancare di rispetto al nome Russo." Lorenzo growled. (Keep his name out of your mouth! Stop disrespecting the Russo name.)

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Right when the old men was about to continue, Lorenzo fired his gun. Brains and blood covered the cement. Gianna and I let out a shriek of fear as we watched a man die before our eyes. It was in that moment that I knew we were screwed. 

"Cazzo! What the hell are you girls doing out here!" he shouted storming towards us. There was a look in his eyes that showed not only anger, but fear.

"Pulisci questa merda!" he said while motioning towards the now dead man. (Clean up this shit!)

Before I could see any more of the horrific scene, he took hold of both Gianna and I's hand and began dragging us inside. When we finally reached the kitchen he let go of our wrists. Immediately Gianna fled the scene, in order to get away from a very angry Lorenzo. How could she just leave me alone with him! 

"When I am conducting business do not come and investigate! It is dangerous and you girls just get in the way!" he spat at me.

During his mini lecture I couldn't even look at him, he disgusted me. "When I am talking to you look me in the fucking eyes." he growled lowly.

I rose my head and looked him straight in the eyes, "How can I even look at you after what you just did? You are a killer, a monster." I said lowly.

I realized quickly that I shouldn't of said that to him. The next thing I knew was that I was being dragged up the stairs. His fingers were gripping my forearm so tightly that it was starting to hurt. 

"Lorenzo you're hurting me." I said just loud enough for him to hear.

I should have kept my words to myself, because he took it as an opportunity to grip harder. When we finally arrived at my room, he gently pushed me into the room and locked the door once I was inside. Well shit, I thought to myself as I looked over the red mark on my forearm, there will definitely be a bruise tomorrow.

Hours later

It is around 9 o'clock, and I've been sitting in here all day. I've never been more bored in my entire life. During my time in solitude, I've had time to think about what happened earlier today. The more I thought about the more hurt I got. I didn't even do anything wrong! What could have made him lose his shit on me like he did? A light knock at my door brought me out of my thoughts.

Before I could answer the door swung open. It was Angelo, Lorenzo's right hand man. "The boss wants you in his office now." he said harshly. I nodded and started towards the door.

Angelo lead me throughout the house, till we got to a big wooden door. He opened it for me so I could walk though, and before I could thank him he loudly shut the door. 

Lorenzo's office was very spacious, and once I was through admiring it, I turned my attention to the man sitting before me. He looked handsome as usual, but also tired. He was sitting back in his chair, with his suit jacket off. His gaze was directed toward his glass, which had a brown liquid being swirled around inside. Probably scotch, I thought to myself.

I was the first the break the silence, "What do you want Lorenzo?"

"Just to talk." he said quietly.

"About what? I have nothing to say to you." I said harshly.

"Just come here Bella, I want to apologize." she said bashfully. My heart started to flutter at his words. I know that I should be mad at him right now, but there was just something about this man!.

Mindlessly I found myself walking over to him. He sat up in his chair as I approached him. When I was only a couple feet away from him, he reached out and grabbed my forearm pulling me closer. I winced in pain, as he applied pressure to my now bruised arm. Noticing my reaction, he looked away from me in shame. 

"I'm so sorry I hurt you Rissa." he told me as I stood between his legs.

"I know." I whispered to him.

"You just scared me earlier, I don't want you to be around my work." he said quickly.

I looked into his eyes, they were raw with emotion. I could tell that he really meant what he was saying. 

"I understand, and I'm sorry for what I said to you earlier." I told him breaking eye contact. If I am being truthful, I do feel really bad about what I said earlier. This is just what his life is, and I have no right to judge him. I too am from a mafia family, except my papa has always been really good at keep his "work" at work. 

"You don't need to apologize for what you said, you were right." he sighed. "Just look at what I did to you.." his voice began to trail.

"I didn't know what I was saying." I said, "You are no monster.".

He gave me a knowing look before releasing me. In that moment I realized that this is no man, but just a boy. He took one last drink from his glass and set it back down on his desk. He then rose up from his seat, so that we would standing in front of each other. 

His hand gently went to the back of my neck, tilting it up. I soon felt his soft lips against mine. At first the kiss was sweet, until it became deep and full of lust. I pulled away before things go too intense.

"Fuck." he swore onto my lips. I could feel how bad he wanted me, and I wanted him just as bad.

"Sei così bella Rissa." he said deeply. (You are so beautiful Rissa.)

My heart fluttered once again at his sweet words. And all I could do was smile cheekily at him.