(Mariana)I wake up to find myself crying on the bed and curled up in a way that felt as though I could fit inside a little box. I'm hugging my knees to my chest and I'm thinking about last night. Everything is forcing me to demolish my love for Lorenzo.Can I not love someone in peace? And why did it have to be him? Fine, he had a good reason not to want a wife and child, but it was beginning to get clear that he had feelings for me, also because why the hell was he going through such lengths for me? The talk about him willing to marry me, discreetly?I shake my head to myself. No, no, no, it didn't change the fact that his life was a risk to mine. I could have been shot alongside with him last night and that could have been the worst part. It could have been at my stomach and I would have been bleeding seriously. I would have lost the baby in the most horrible way possible. And what not next? My death.I would have died last night. I still can't shake the feeling off. The feeling of

(Mariana)"Lorenzo, why are you back?"Lorenzo walks towards me like every others and checks for my temperature. "I heard you were sick and I couldn't wait any longer." He confesses, his voice edged with worry.His statement marvels me. "Was your business trip not that important that you will return the same day instead of in three days?"You're more important to me, Mariana. Than anything else in this world right now, and I can't seem to ignore that fact."My cheeks redden and I gather all the strength in me not to smile, but it's futile and I simply hide my face by looking down at my laps as a result of feeling bashful. "I don't understand." My voice is low and my cheeks are hot. "I thought you said you don't want a wife.""But I want you, Mariana." He answers, fast and sits down next to me to glide fingers through my hair, massaging gently and tracing tender lines.An electrifying jolt runs through my skin uncontrollably in response and I lean into him, resting my head on his shoul

(Lorenzo) I watch as she enters the car and leaves. There goes the one person I ever hoped to love. There’s nothing else I can do but watch her slip away from me as the car takes her further than my eyes could see. I’ve been successful at many things, but given my profession, it is no surprise that I’ve failed at love. The thought of entering my car and chasing after her rushes through my mind but I dismiss it immediately. She has to go. Staying would get her killed and I cannot bear to see that. Instead, I decide to drive to the club and get me a drink. Nothing helps better than a bottle of bourbon down my throat while wallowing in self pity. I dare Gio to come yammering about how this is going to lead to our ruin. I enter my car and begin the long drowning drive to the club, all the while trying not to dwell on the scent of her on the passenger sit. This is going to be a long year. I might as well change my car, having it sprayed won’t do me any good. I’d still look at the pass