Bury A Saint
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Natasha Amery. A sheltered young girl who recently lost her mother. Raising her younger sister, Gia, in hopes to find a better life for the two of them like she promised her mother. She tried her best to escape her abusive father, but the second she turned 18, he sold her to Lorenzo Romano. The most deranged, ruthless man imaginable. Known as the devil on earth. Lorenzo Romano, hands stained crimson red. He had killed more men in his life than everyone in the famiglia combined. He didn't feel emotion. He had killed his brother with his bare hands at just 16. But the moment he laid eyes on her, he felt. He felt emotions he believed weren't real. An overwhelming need to protect her at all costs. She was the only thing that could fix the devil. After vowing to never touch her in order to keep her innocence, his obsession grows stronger. But when Lorenzo's vindictive uncle buys Natasha for him, he does everything to avoid her in hopes to keep her safe and innocent. But when he simply places a mask over his face making her fall into his arms, can he stay away knowing how she truly felt? Their love story was one of death and despair. it was never to happen. love forged in the hands of the devil for an angel. It was like she had broken the devil.
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Bury A Saint OO3 - Bunny
8 Years Ago, Age 16 Lorenzo Romano: For two years I had been wearing a mask on half my face– all to wait for a fake glass eye to shield the disgusting sight of an empty eye socket at the hand of my own father. The shielding mask refused to fall, the large scar crossing through my brow down to my cheek visibly red. A reminder that it will never fade. It was too late, the monster was already carved into my face permanently. I have remained Don Capo for Two years, ruling Italy and America with an iron fist. The youngest Don known to man. Standing tall, looking at everyone with indifference and a cold glare, I sit in the warehouse- My ice-ridden glares shoving down the throats of those in debt. I was at another deal, only there to settle my own between a protected member. My face twisted darker as I saw one of the men in debt enter. Frank Amery. A complete low-life asshole would be an understatement to describe him. he consistently came back, begging for more time to pay off his e
Bury A Saint OO2 - Fallen Angel
11 Years ago, Age 14. Lorenzo Romano: Marco and I stayed in the cinema room, trying to ignore the loud argument mother and father were in the middle of. The smash of glass sounded, causing me to close my eyes. "Don't you think we should check on her?" I sighed, looking over at Marco's deadpan expression. "Father would kill you, Lorenzo." he huffed, looking frustrated. He wasn't wrong, but I didn't care, I wouldn't stand by and listen to mothers beatings. Marco spun a knife between his fingers, a new trick Leonardo had taught him during practice. I remained unfazed as I stood up. I didn't fucking care what happened, I wouldn't let her go through this any longer. I halted as I heard my mother's blood-curdling scream echo through the whole house, bouncing on the marble walls. Fuck. I ran towards my fathers' office, not thinking as I kicked the door open harshly, a protective instinct overcoming me. One I wasn't allowed to feel. Made men did not protect, they murdered. My
Bury A Saint OO1 - Lost Boy
15 Years Ago, Age 9 Lorenzo Romano: My house possesses the same scent of a hospital from the amount of steriliser used to mop blood and guts from the floors. The medical equipment is out for easy access in the knowledge that men like us were never safe. Living a life of nothing but death torture and loss, you tend to forget you are not invincible. That you still bleed. That you are still human. My father never let that be known about his sons, showing them to the world as nothing but something to run from and never look in the eye. I was never treated like a human, more so a rabid killing machine, and that was the life men like me were born into. No choice-- No escape. I had spent most of my nights staring at the lavish trimmings on my ceiling, wondering if I was anything more than a monster. Abruptly, I was awoken by a loud crash and shattering of glass coming from downstairs. My eyes peeled open. I didn't think to react, thinking my father had probably shattered a glass at my
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