Il Mio Capo Mafioso Italiano

XXIX

Lorenzo's POV:

About a week and a half has passed, with no changes to her condition. Knowing that she was physically going to recover soon, I allowed myself to hunt down her father and every man who had been in that club. Miles had woke up a few days ago and had filled us in on what he learned.

I was able to find both Lawrence and Mateo, and had them in my basement.

"You really thought I wouldn't find out?" I spat at Lawrence who was chained up and barely clinging to life on the floor.

"I had no idea she was down there I swear!" He cried but I saw right through him. I give him a good punch, knocking him out, before making my way to Mateo's cell. I haven't seen Mateo since he has been here, so he hasn't even been roughed up yet.

"What the fuck is this about Mancini? I thought we were on the same page?"

"We were never on the same page."

He scoffed, "Is this really about the girl? I know dozens of girls with better bodies! Girls that don't talk back or even fight you!"

I swung my fist at his face but he didn't know when to stop talking. "How does it feel knowing I took your little bitches virginity?" He laughed, that's when I snapped.

Mavery's POV:

I woke up in a hospital bed, tubes hooked up all over me. I glanced around the room to find Aiden asleep in one of the chairs lines up along the wall. "Aiden?" I ask, confused. I barely remember what had happened, my head aches too bad for me to try and remember right now,

Aiden jolts awake and walks over to the bed, kneeling beside me. "How are you feeling?" He asks

I shrug, not wanting to tell him I feel awful. "I am so sorry I didn't help you sooner, please forgive me" he said looking very upset. I didn't know if I should forgive him... he never hurt me but he did allow things to happen to me for so long.

"Mavery I am your brother," he said, but kept going before I could speak. "I grew up with just Mom in a small apartment. I don't think Dad was happy about having a son since I barely ever saw him. Mom stayed with me until I was four, then she was pregnant with you and I had to go with my uncle for some reason. Mom would come visit every month until I was ten. Next thing I knew she was dead. I heard awful things about you, that you killed mom. I believed everything and that's why I was so rude to you when we first met."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I have a brother? Why was this a secret? Why did dad tell him I killed mom?!

"I know this is a lot to take in..." he trails off, getting onto his feet. "C-can I just be alone for a little?" I try not to be rude. He nods and leaves, forcing me to let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding.

I let myself process what I had just heard, and I couldn't believe it.

After a half of hour me alone in my room overthinking everything, the door opens and a man walks in. A very familiar man. Lorenzo.

"How are you?" He asks, coming over and kneeling just like Aiden had. I avoid looking at him and stay silent, getting flashbacks of what happened to me, remembering he put me there. "Did you know he would put me there" I ask holding back tears, still not looking at him.

I hear a deep sigh and feel him take my small hand in his. My hands were covered in scratches and bruises, to my surprise, so were his.

"I didn't. I made him agree that he wouldn't hurt you and I am so sorry sweetheart" his voice cracks while speaking, and I finally look to see tears filling his eyes. I rub his hand with mine, making circles along his wrist with my fingers, "What happened to your hands?"

He pauses for a moment before answering: "let's just say Marco nor your father will be bothering you ever again."

I look away from him again, not sure if I should feel relieved that he did that. I decided that I was relieved.

"Thank you." I say quietly, he squeezes my hand softly. One last question pops into my mind, "Why were you there in the first place" I remember a girl on his lap, him saying how he loved the girls there.

"I was getting information on Mateo to shut the place down, you know I would never go to a place like that for that reason" he says, knowing what I was assuming. "Do I?" The words leave my mouth before I even register any thoughts. Hurt flashes across his eyes, he looks down, playing with a ring on his hand, still holding my hand a little.

"I'm sorry...." I say feeling bad, the truth is I know he wasn't that kind of guy. He has never made me feel like he was pressuring me to kiss him ever.

"No you are right... we don't know each other that well."

I stay silent, not know how to respond. "Do you want to go on a date with me?" He asks, catching me off guard.

"When you are fully healed of course..." he quickly adds, looking up at me and giving me a smile. I know how hard this must be for him, he isn't one to be soft like this. I smile at him and nod.

I don't know if he was telling me the truth about how I ended up in that club, but I'm thinking he was. I am hoping he was. I might be stupid for trusting him so fast, but all I know is that he was the first person I've ever trusted, and I just want that back.

"Scoot over princess" he smirks, sliding under my covers and tickling me, making me burst out laughing. "There's no room!" I protest, but he snuggles into me anyway and pulls me so I am almost fully on top of him. "Get some rest ok?" He says, kissing my forehead. I nod and close my eyes, drifting off to sleep.

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