♞—Lorenzo Delilah looked at me with something I couldn't understand, maybe, she was grateful because I took the collar off. I had no idea why I had done that. It just felt right. If she is here to stay then this isn't how I wanted to treat her. I didn't want to make her feel like a dog on a leash. If I see a future with Delilah, I have to put a little trust in her. "Take it off..." I said to her. She nodded before she held the hem of my t-shirt on her and pulled it off her body. She thinks she has to do it because I took off the collar but I wasn't even thinking about that anymore. I just wanted her at the moment. "All of it..." Her lips parted ever so slightly, I helped her slip out of her tights along with her underwear, and then she unclasped her bra and removed every single piece of clothing from her body... for me. This woman had so much confidence in me that she felt comfortable taking off all her clothes; she trusted me with herself, her nakedness, and her body. Could I
•Lorenzo - Ten Years Old•A kick to his stomach. "Freak!" A kick on his back. "Weirdo!" Another kid crouched down beside him landing a brutal blow to the side of his face. "You should die!" Then they all started to chant that word as they repeatedly kicked him. “DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE!" Lorenzo took the beating, his bullies were older and stronger. He was no match for them, whenever he tried to fight back, those kids would make it ten times worse for him, so, he just gave up. He silently took the beatings, and silently cried, not letting anyone see his pain. He missed his mama, he missed Rocco, and he even missed his papa. He wished that his papa would come back for him one day. He knew that he was lying, Dario was his real father. He was the only father he had known. A tear dropped to the floor as the pain in his body got too much. "Look, he's crying!" one of them laughed, Lorenzo knew that voice. It belonged to Tommaso—the head of his bullies. He was the most violent and ruthles
♞—Lorenzo I sat over the man and stabbed the knife into his throat, his heart, all over his chest. The blood gushed out but I didn't care. I kept stabbing and stabbing and stabbing but I still couldn't find the fucking reprieve I was hoping for. The torture cells were my sanctuary, this is where I let my soul thrive. This is where I could fully release my emotions and feel unrestricted. The dank, oppressive atmosphere was my only reprieve, where I could express my indignity and anguish. This was the place where I could let my inner darkness take over, my most vile desires unleashed without inhibition. This is where I let loose my demons, my inner monsters and let them roam free; allowing them to maraud without limit.I plunged the knife into the middle of his throat and dragged the knife back down to his navel, watching how perfectly his skin split and more blood leaked out, completely draining his body of it. "Great, psycho Lorenzo is on the loose and he just killed Alexander's ri
♕—Delilah Lorenzo stumbled through the door, drenched in blood, I was used to his bloody appearance by now but today, there was something about his demeanor that was off. He gave Evangeline a faint smile and then slowly shuffled his way into the bedroom. It had been over an hour since he went in, and he still hadn't come out. I couldn't help but wonder what he was up to.I was desperately attempting to concentrate on what Bianca was saying, however, every couple of seconds I found my gaze shifting toward the bedroom door, I was anxious, wondering why he hadn't come out yet. It is not like him to ignore Evangeline's presence in his home—he cared for her too much. Evangeline picked up a call, "Nikolai?" she listened to the other side for a few minutes, "Why, what happened?" she asked, "Okay, okay, Nikolai, relax. I'll be there. Okay," she hung up and gave me an apologetic look. "I have to go, Nikolai is in a bad mood and he wants me home." I nodded, "Oh, it's okay, I understand," I
♕—Delilah Fear surged up inside me and my hands began to tremble uncontrollably. I could hardly contain the tears that were welling up in my eyes, and before I knew it, I was sobbing with terror, the tears cascading down my cheeks faster than my racing heart.My tears streamed down my face as I trembled in dread - I had never been threatened by a man as powerful and menacing as him. I knew I had made a mistake trying to deceive him, and now it seemed like I was completely out of my depth. I was trembling from head to toe with fear, an overwhelming terror gripping my heart. "Delilah?" he called, but I squeezed my eyes shut. "Please, Lorenzo. I promise I won't do it, I'm begging you not to kill me. I won't ever betray you, I swear." I felt his hand rubbing up and down my back, "Delilah? Stop it."But I cried even harder, panic rose to my throat to choke me. I lost all the power in my limbs, I felt numb with fear. "I won't do it... I won't do---" He stood up with me in his arms, I n
♕—Delilah I ate the breakfast Giulia had made for me and then spent the next fifteen minutes setting up the cell phone Lorenzo had given me. I saved my mama's number, it was a cell phone that papa didn't know anything about—it was given to mama by my maternal grandmother; Queen Athena. I came back out to the living room and noticed Lorenzo sitting in the same spot, he was smoking a cigar and staring mindlessly at the ceiling. Frowning, I peered at the wall clock and noticed that it was well beyond the time he usually left for work. What was the reason for his delay today? I had to talk to mama and I couldn't do that with Lorenzo constantly hovering around me."You're still here?" I asked, making my way to the couch opposite him. His dark eyes pierced me as he lodged the cigar between his lips, sending out smoke that made him look even more attractive."You don't want me here?" he asked, in that emotionless, monotone voice. I gave my head a subtle shake, "No, it's just you're neve
♕—Delilah "I remember the last time we went out for ice cream and what you did after..." I shuddered at the memory as we stepped out of the same ice cream shop, arm in arm. Lorenzo spent the day showing me around New York City. He had plenty of time on his hands as Nikolai Costello had kicked him out. I don't know if it was permanent but I'm sure he will probably go back to him once I leave. Lorenzo bent down and kissed me and I let him, parting my lips for me. He pulled back, licking his lips. "Chocolate ice cream tastes way better on your tongue." I smiled but when my eyes fell on the people in front of me, I froze. My insides twisted with fear, and I took an instinctive step back. Lorenzo frowned before he followed my gaze and I could feel how his whole body tensed up too, his muscles went rock hard under my touch. "Niko..." his voice inaudible. Nikolai Costello stood there with a deep, menacing scowl on his face as his eyes darted between me and Lorenzo. "So, you're not onl
Lorenzo - Twelve Years Old Aurora sighed as she saw him bleeding from the head, she held his hand and made him sit in her chair as she went to get the first aid box. She came back with one and crouched down before him, "Why don't you fight back, Lorenzo? I can't be everywhere to protect you. You have to learn how to protect yourself." Lorenzo couldn't feel much pain, his body had grown used to it by now. He understood pain because that's all he had seen since the day he was born. What he didn't understand that how he stopped feeling it. His head was bleeding but he could barely feel it. "Tommaso is seventeen now, it's only a year left then he will go away..." Aurora cleaned the blood, shaking her head. "Today it's Tommaso and tomorrow it will be someone else. You need to learn to protect yourself, Lorenzo. It doesn't matter who your bully is, you need to learn how to stand your ground against anyone who is unkind, cruel, and treats people with brutality." Lorenzo dropped his eye