15: She's not your Wife, She's Mine

A V E L I N A

I knew I needed to do something or someone would get murdered and I already know who it would be. It was as if my legs were tied together and I was rooted to the ground, unable to move.

Enzo growled again, "Who the fuck are you?" He repeated, pulling me closer against his body.

I tried to open my mouth, but the words just weren't coming out.

"Let go of her." Ben's voice was dangerously low, his eyes darkening.

"Not until you answer me. Who the fuck are you and why are you here?"

"I'm her boyfriend. And I'm here to take what's rightfully mine that you stole from me." Benjamin stepped forward, his eyes trained on me.

"What?" Lorenzo's grip tightened on me.

"You heard me the first time, fucker. You think you can still my girl from me and I'd let you go scot free?" I looked at Benny with a pleading eyes, hoping he would get the signal and just walk away.

But the look on his face was unreadable, his fists were balled at his sides and I had no doubt that he was ready to kill