Sexting for Blinds (bxb)

Chapter 10

"Grazie", Lorenzo responded in his dark voice before he ended the call. He was staring at the screen for a few seconds, the brown eyes full of concern. After he had settled Levi into one of the guest rooms of the west wing - the part of the family mansion that belonged only to him - he went to his office as his aunt's call had reached him.

Even though Levi's life hadn't been in danger at any point and he was doing much better now, Lorenzo was still bothered by the fact, that he had not one clue about the person that caused all of this. Every second of his night- and daytime fantasies had been dominated by certain pictures - pictures in which he was scalping the unknown, making him familiar with the pain of electroshocks or carving a few beautiful patterns into his skin with a scalpel. Every fibre of his being was unbearably eager to shed blood.

But Lorenzo Este was far from someone that would let his feelings take control over his sanity like an undisciplined dog.

Initially he planned to find out the identity of the assassin. Only then would he be able to satisfy his desire for revenge.

Again, he had asked one of his aunts for help, who had obtained the video of a traffic camera from the police's data. He was quite excited as he clicked on the file that she'd send him.

The video had only been a few minutes long, the quality poor. In the nightly atmosphere the screen was almost completely black. In one corner a single street lamp was flickering. He fast-forwarded the record until a thin figure appeared in one section of the video. He had no doubt it was Levi, as he saw the white cane appear. Lorenzo had been watching the video with rapt attention causing him to unintentionally lean closer to the screen, a few strands of his jet-black hair falling into his face.

Only five seconds later a second figure appeared within the lamp's rays of light, considerably bigger in size and faster than Levi. In a blink of an eye, he was at the younger boy's side.

Lorenzo had been able to see what he assumed to be a knife reflecting back the lamps light before everything fell into utter darkness.

Somehow Enzo was relieved that he didn't have to see Levi's pained expression after having been stabbed, but the disappointment of still not knowing who in the fucking hell he had to punish was a lot stronger. Not at any point did he get a glimpse at the culprit's face. Frustrated he rewinded the video and watched it again, his facial expression focused and concentrated determined to find the tiniest clue. Although he attentively followed every movement that bastard made, he wasn't able to recognise any of his features.

In an almost stoic behaviour, he played the video over and over again. Again, Levi appeared, once again followed by the assassin. "Dannato!" Lorenzo cursed. Until it hit him. He knew the massive, broad-shouldered man and was all too familiar with his swift but precise movements even without seeing his face.

He pushed the chair back in one jerky gesture, teared the door open and rushed to the northern part of the mansion. At this point he didn't care for formalities and pushed the door open without warning.

Matteo Este just managed to take a quick look up from his documents before finding himself being grabbed by the collar and forcefully smashed against the grey wall.

"Diavolo! What the hell are you up to? " The bigger one said in between two breaths as he wasn't quite able to inhale and exhale under his cousins tight grab.

"I am only asking you once: What have you done?", he basically growled, he felt the carotid pulsing next to his cheek. Matteo tensed his muscles as if he was intending to free himself. Without hesitating Lorenzo rammed his knee in his gut. Matteo moaned and writhed in pain.

"You know damn well what I'm talking about, don't act like this stupido!". His voice turned a few nuances darker than usual; he could feel Matteo's goosebumps under the palm of his hands. The older one snorted with contemptuousness.

"Learn to behave", he responded in an angry manner. Whilst he was talking, he managed to push Enzo a few steps back and took a deep breath as the hands removed from his throat. "What is the purpose of your little gay adventure?"

"My gay adventure? That you even dare to look me in the eyes, son of a mangy bitch."

He did not wait a second before smashing his cousin back against the wall by a good old hook to the chin.

His fist created a flaming red print on the light skin.

"Maybe you would like to kneel down and suck on my dick", Matteo was suggesting sarcastically as he was brushing his hair out of his bloodied face. "Since you seem to enjoy sucking cocks so much, honey".

Lorenzo narrowed his brown eyes. He knew Matteo since childhood. The played hide and seek when they were merely naive little children, flirted at the first girls in their teenage years together and beat someone up for the first time as they turned into adults - Matteo for him was the brother Alarico never had been. In this moment, he was no longer able to recognise him, the hate filled eyes, the distorted facial features, which appeared strange due to his punch.

"What do you want from Levi?", he asked in a restrained voice and stepped back, back straight, face calm and impassive.

Matteo laughed in a dull and dirty way. "In any case not fucking his ass.", he said, articulation dripping sarcasm. He spat right in front of Enzo's feet. "Slaughtering a faggot pig had always been a dream of mine ".

Lorenzo felt his hands clenching into fists but he forced himself to stay calm. He tried thinking about all the consequences murdering Matteo would have had. "Is that so?", were the only words he managed to say. No-one would have been able to interpret his tone.

"I really can't believe that you're a twat. I mean, we were raised the same way, the same fucking blood flows through our veins. How is it possible that Alarico is ordinary and you're so...", he grimaced, "ill?"

Lorenzo let his fingers slip into the knuckleduster that he was always carrying in the pockets of his suit. Almost gentle he responded: "I just wanted to ask you exactly the same thing."

Even before his cousin was able to answer, he drew his fist back for a blow and let the metal collide with Matteo's jaw. He felt satisfaction, when he heard the bone cracking. Without hesitation, he took a second swing. Cheek-bone, upper jaw, lower jaw. Eventually, he stopped as he noticed hot red blood running down his wrist. Everything was a bloody mess. He stood in front of Matteo panting heavily, who was spitting out blood and a tooth down onto the parquet.

"When did your views change so drastically, cousin? Why does it suddenly bother you, whom I am sharing my bedroom with. "

Matteo couldn't answer directly still busy coughing out blood and saliva. His lips were sprinkled with red liquid. "I don't care who you're fucking with, Lorenzo. I don't care, who you're playing your little gay games with in the dark. But I do care about you disgracing the family. An Este never is a damn faggot. Both of us, we always planned on taking over the family sometime. There is no place for cock-suckers at the top. So, you better put yourself together or I am going to take care of your little distraction in my own way."

Lorenzo wasn't able to hold back the deep erratic laughter, that was crawling its way through his thorax. He seized him by his blonde hair and lent close to his face.

"You better be cautious. If you do as much as crook a hair on Levi's head, I'd be glad to show you the inside of a coffin. I don't care what your fucking last name is, if you hurt him again, I won't even give you time to regret it. "

Before Matteo could react in any way, the knuckleduster hit him right between his eyes. He sank down the wall, leaving a red trail of blood on the wallpaper. Enzo couldn't resist the urge to kick him in the chest for one last time before leaving him in this miserable state casually wiping of the blood on his shirt. He left the room without looking back.

Family will never betray you, huh?