Siempre Mío

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Lucía POV
After our 'emotional' apologies yesterday, nothing had changed between us.

I knew that everything wouldn't go back to normal so quickly but I thought something would've happened.

I was sitting at the table, enjoying the homemade breakfast that Nonna had presented to me as I rubbed the tiredness from my eyes.

"Nena, you haven't been eating properly." She scolded as she sat opposite me with an espresso cup in her hands.

"I have Nonna, I cooked for myself."

"You haven't eaten enough. Are you still hungry? I can make you something if-"

"Nonna, I'm fine. Honestly, this is delicious and if I'm hungry, I'll let you know." I said to her, reaching for her hand so I could hold it.

She smiled kindly at me, then let go of my hand as she stood up. She took my empty place despite the fact I insisted to clean it myself and began washing up, telling me to go and do whatever I needed to do and to leave the washing up to her.

I decided to head to the gym floor and work out a little, seeing as I hadn't done so in a while.

Changing into some appropriate gym wear, I headed from my room to the gym as I began tying my hair up as I went.

Opening the door to the gym, I noticed another person inside who was aggressively punching and kicking at a hanging sand bag.

I turned the corner to see Lorenzo in his shorts, his hands up with white wraps around his wrists as he punched at the bag, making it swing back and forth gently as he moved.

My mind was screaming at me to leave; my heart shouting at me to go and talk to him and ask him about yesterday.

I ignored both and went to the other side of the gym, sorting out my wraps.

I had gotten much better at wrapping my hands but for some reason, I was struggling to do it now.

The sounds of his grunts and the thudding of the bag had become silent and I heard his footsteps nearing me.

The light caused his shadow to cast over my figure as I was sitting on the floor, frustrated that my hand wrapping wasn't going the way I wanted it to.

"Do you need help?" He spoke, taking a seat next to me.

I avoided eye contact and kept my eyes on the wraps in my hand.

"No, I'm fine." I stated, slightly frustrated.

"Lucía..."

I let out a sigh and reluctantly agreed. I turned to face him and he looked at me before shaking his head and averting his gaze so he could focus on my hands.

He took one of my hands in his and held it as he slowly wrapped my hand whilst saying what he was doing so I could learn.

He held my hand with a relaxed grasp but the way my hand felt was as if it was a piece of glass that he was afraid to drop.

Once he had finished that hand, he moved into my left hand.

The silence we sat in wasn't uncomfortable, but there was some tension between us.

Before he began the second step of the wrap, he unwrapped what he had previously done and placed the wrap in my right hand.

"Show me how to do it."

Clearing my throat, I began to wrap it slowly, looking to Lorenzo after every small move to check that I was doing it right but his expression never changed.

Once I had finished, my wrap was perfect. The material had tracked back to where it started and it looked the same as the one that Lorenzo had done.

"Well done."

I looked up to see a small smile playing on his lips and I whispered a thank you before clearing my throat and saying it properly.

"You're welcome." He said as he stood up.

He held out his hand, and I took it as he lifted me to my feet almost effortlessly.

He stood in a fighting stance in front of me and began to move around, bouncing on his toes to keep on his feet.

"Hit me." He said, his hands up in fists as he moved.

"Lorenzo, I'm not going to hit you." I said, laughing lightly.

"Scared, Cortez?" Lorenzo smirked.

"Me? Scared? Of you?" I laughed. "Never."

"Go-"

Before he could finish his sentence, I struck him right in the center of his stomach and he moved back in pain.

"That all you got?"

Motherfucker.

I swung at him again and missed, Lorenzo taking the opportunity to grab my arm and twist me around.

My body was held to his front and he lifted his arm to reveal a small pocket knife that he held against my neck.

"Losing your moves Cortez. Might have to put you through assassin training again."

I dropped my body down, pulling his arm with the knife and knife handing the divot in his arm where it allowed him to bend his arm, causing him to drop the knife and I grabbed it.

Using my legs, I wrapped them around his legs and tackled him to the ground.

I pinned him down and used my arms to
pin his torso to the ground too, readjusting myself so the knife in my hand was against his neck.

I leaned forward to his face and brought the knife to his cheek. Using it, I dragged the knife lightly against the cheekbone on the left side of his face.

"Lucía." He grunted.

With that, I made a quick mark on his cheek and watched as the drop of blood fell down his face.

I cleaned it up with a clean tissue in my pocket and looked at him as he stated at me, a fire of rage in his eyes.

"Puta." He muttered.

"Pendejo." I shot back, smirking at him.
"Adios, Lorenzo. We can continue this another time. But for now, one nil to me. Let's see if you can catch up soon."

Then I picked myself up off the floor and walked out of the gym, grabbing my things as I practically skipped my way out of the room.
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