Raw Love Vol. I

Part 51

Klarissa's POV

I watched with horror as Lorenzo walked over towards us. He had a satisfied look on his face and blood splattered all on his neck and hands. It looked like something straight out of a horror movie.

"Andiamo." Lorenzo said as he opened the passenger door. His tone was completely emotionless and sounded unbothered. (Let's Go.)

Once Lorenzo closed the door, Angelo gassed it and raced away from my parents estate. The silence in the car was thick and rather uncomfortable. I have no idea what Lorenzo is thinking either or feeling, because whenever he does speak it's in Italian.

"Lorenzo?" I called quietly, breaking the silence.

His eyes immediately fell on me, but they were very guarded and dark.

"Are you-"

"We'll talk about it when we get home." he said as he interrupted my sentence.

Right after, Angelo said something to him and Lorenzo nodded his head. I knew that they were talking about me and I hated that I didn't know what they were saying.

After an all but silent car ride, the car pulled into the estate's driveway. Once Angelo put the car into park, they both got out and Angelo headed into the house.

Lorenzo came over to my side and opened my door. He then extended his bloodied hand out to me. For a moment I hesitated, but eventually took it.

As he helped me out of the car, his expression was still unreadable. In all honesty, I wasn't sure what to think.

"Are you upset with me?" I asked as stood in front of him.

"I'm upset, but not with you." he said as he let out a sigh.

He then moved his hand to touch my hair, but stopped himself and pulled away. All I wanted was to feel his hands on my body.

"Come inside." he said as he gently pulled me away from the car.

When we walked into the house, I took off my shoes and Lorenzo started to walk in the direction of the kitchen. He probably wanted to try and clean all the blood off of him.

"Go wait inside my office." he said loudly as he disappeared inside of the house.

I know that he said that he wasn't upset with me, but he sure acts like he is.

Taking in a deep breath, I collected all the confidence I could and walked towards his office. I'm not exactly sure what he is planning on saying to me, but I'm nervous to have this conversation.

I opened his office door, I walked over towards his office and dropped my heels next to his desk. Then, I walked behind the desk and sat down in his chair. It is definitely one of the most comfortable things that I ever sat in. No wonder Lorenzo likes to spend so much of his time in here.

As I waited for Lorenzo, I started to admire the things he had on his neat desk. Right in front of me, he had his lap top and a notepad that had a bunch of things written on it. It was mostly numbers, but it also had a few names on it. On the side of his desk, he had a picture frame with a picture of what looked like him and his father. The picture looked like it was taken a some type of formal dinner function. Not to my surprise, they were both not smiling and Lorenzo's father had his arm over his young sons shoulder. Even though they weren't smiling, there was a calm and content look about them.

Right when I was about to take a closer look at the photograph, the office door started to open.

"I see you've made yourself comfortable." Lorenzo said as he entered the room.