Chapter Sixty-Five

♕—Delilah

I stared at him, fear gripped me. I shook my head from side to side. My heart began to hammer against my chest. My hair was still brutally tangled between his fingers, his long finger still trailing up and down my neck.

"How?" I whispered a lone tear streaming down my cheek, "How do you know about him?"

With a mocking frown, Lorenzo tilted his head to the side, his hand covering my entire neck now, his fingers digging into its sides, "Do you take us for idiots? You lied to me about that too, didn't you, Delilah? You told me that your little stable boy was executed before your wedding ceremony but for the past week, he's the one you kept calling, he is the one who told you to take a bus to Brooklyn, I even know the name of the motel where he was supposed to pick you up."

I furrowed my eyebrows, my eyes burning with unshed tears, "You said you won't listen—"

"I didn't!" he snapped coldly, "I never lie, I told you that, Delilah. Niko handed over your broken phone to Alessand