Novel & Cerita Lorenzo Book

Damon’s sharp gaze swept across the room and immediately locked onto two figures. Lisa sat smugly on a single couch, her posture oozing arrogance. She met Damon’s eyes with a triumphant smirk, as if daring him to challenge her. But it was Amara who truly caught his attention. She limped into the room, holding a small walking stick, her movements stiff with pain. Darius stood nearby, his arms crossed and his expression blank. When their eyes met, Damon could see the tension in the air. “What’s going on here?” Damon demanded, his piercing gaze shifting to Lisa. “Lisa, why are you here?”

"When y‌ou sl‌ammed a fifty-page ma‌rriage contr‌act on the table and told me I ha​d twenty-​four hours to become your wife?" "I was an arrogant fool," Loren⁠zo admit​ted, a self-deprecating laugh escaping his chest‌. "I thoug‌ht I cou​ld buy loyalt​y. I th‌ought love‌ was a​ we‌ak​ness that would⁠ get me kill‍ed." He reached out and cupped my fac‍e, his tou​c⁠h as⁠ reverent and tender as it had been​ on t⁠he‍ day we stood at the alta​r in S​icily.

“Give it to me, Alina,” he commanded softly, his blue eyes turning dark, the playful edge instantly vanishing. I yanked the book back against my chest. “It’s poetry, Lorenzo. Unless you’re scared of a sonnet.” “I’m scared of nothing.” His hand closed over mine, not violent, just absolute. “Which is exactly why I know you’re lying.” He pried my fingers back one at a time, patient, like he had all the time in the world and my resistance was simply a formality he was choosing to enjoy. The book came free. The folded paper slipped loose from between the pages and fluttered toward the rug.

My heart squeezes painfully inside my chest, yet I put on a smile, greeting an executive as I pass by him and head for the coffee room. This time, the coffee is already brewed, so I just collect some and make my way out. The muscles in my stomach get tenser as I approach Enzo's door. About two meters away, the door parts open slightly. Then I hear Lena's loud and defiant voice. “It's not my fault that nobody has been able to please you in the past two years, Lorenzo.” Stepping out, she slams the door. One thing I realized in my two days around was that Lena is the only one who doesn't seem intimidated by Mr. Forestry. She calls him out on his bullshit and doesn't let him get away with it.

Lorenzo shoved the door open and pushed Kai inside first. The hallway was darker. Quieter. But not safe. Never safe. Footsteps echoed behind them. Still coming. Lorenzo closed the door and locked it with a quick motion. Kai stared at him. “You can’t lock them out forever.” “I don’t need forever,” Lorenzo said. He looked down the hallway. “I only need enough time.” “For what?!” Lorenzo didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he pulled something from inside his coat. A small device. Black.

I started walking by his side. “You are too pretty to be an omega. Did you know that?” Yes. Sure. Definitely. The beauty queen of omegas. “No.” I said politely. “Well, now you know.” Lorezo bent his head to stare at me and winked. He was pretty. His white t shirt clung to his chest showing his great physique and his blonde hair fell on his forehead giving him the charm of bad boy next door. If Adrian had not occupied each one of my brain cells already, I would have been flattered to be flirty by such a good looking guy. But now when I looked at Lorenzo, even when he flirted so openly I felt nothing but the need to just get away as fast as possible before he escalates his flirty skills while

“Sleeping around right under Adela’s nose? That’s bold.” Lorenzo leaned back, swirling his drink, looking pleased with himself. “Yes.” “I used to be too sick to do half the things I wanted,” he said, tapping his chest. “After the transplant, I realized spending the rest of my life with only one lover would be a waste.” The room erupted. He let them laugh, then added, “I set myself a goal. One hundred places before the wedding. Once it’s over, I’ll settle down. After that, my body and my marriage belong to Adela.”

(Lorenzo) I sat in my study, empty bottles of bourbon and whiskey lined up on my table while I stared into space. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't eat, I couldn't work and so I locked myself up in here until I got my shit together. Which obviously has not been successful, I kept replayng everything in my head, the death of Ben , the death of Declan, the death of Margot. I had used my own hands to kill my own family and now I knew there wasn't any form of redemption for me, I was a lost soul. All that killing was finally taking a toll in me. I had ignored it all before, burying myself in work and switching off any kind of emotion I was meant to feel. I did all that so I couldn't get buried in the

My hand tightened involuntarily around Noir's, and I felt him squeeze back in what might have been reassurance. Or a warning to behave. Lorenzo was the first to stand, his movement fluid and predatory. He looked different here than he had at breakfast—less controlled, more in his element. His dark hair was slightly mussed, his tie loosened, and there was a glass of what looked like whiskey in his hand. "Ellie," he said, and even though he was smiling, there was something sharp in his expression. "You look..." His eyes traveled down my body and back up again, lingering in a way that made heat crawl up my neck. "Stunning."

Mia’s pov TW: mild humiliation. . You can skip this chapter if you’re uncomfortable with that, but please keep in mind that this is a dark mafia romance book. This book would get quite darker and spicier henceforth. You’ve been warned lol. All my love, Ivy. ~~~ Lorenzo shook his head, still looking very pissed off, and then slowly, he made his way into the kitchen. His eyes scanned the kitchen and I felt more mortified at the irritated look on his face as he took in the flour that’s literally everywhere in the kitchen.