Caught In Her Vengeance - Book 2

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CHAPTER 8
Catalina

I wandered aimlessly through the crowded Halloween store, the events from a few weeks ago cycling on repeat through my head. My body was pretty much healed—thank goodness.

After Lorenzo and I got into it, I did my best to steer clear of him and the other guys in the house. Sure, I could have chosen to live elsewhere, but I was worried Reaper would come after me again before I was ready for him. I hadn't gotten much out of Matteo besides a few wounded looks here and there. Nic, well, he was the only one who kept trying to get me to talk more about what happened that night. Salvatore pretty much kept to himself. And Lorenzo was still an ass.

"Are you sure you're okay, C?"

Lola called from the dressing room as I stepped back over to her. I didn't tell her the full scope of what went down, but she got The Cliff's Notes version.

She wasn't upset about how I left six months ago. She knew I needed my space. My best friend, however, was annoyed by the fact that I hadn't told her I was back in town until last week. I didn't want to worry her, and if she saw me beat up, she would have never let it go.

"Yeah, I'm good. Where'd you say this party was again?"

One of Lola's college friends was hosting a huge blowout Halloween party which she invited me to a few days ago. Usually, that wasn't my thing, but I told her I'd go. I figured since I was tired of sitting at home avoiding my responsibilities—I'd avoid them at a party.

"Oh, it's uh at a fraternity house. Alpha Phi something? I don't know," she laughed, popping her head out from behind the curtain and shrugging her shoulders. "It's one of Sophie's friends' boyfriend's parties." I should've known when Lola said frat house Sophie was involved. That girl was friends with everyone, and she loved to party.

I wanted to get wasted, so it sounded like a win to me.

"What do you think?" Lola walked out in a black leather skin-tight catsuit. Her long charcoal hair tumbled over her slender shoulders, and the masquerade-style mask made her light blue irises pop, compelling them to draw your attention.

"Damn, girl," I whistled. I won't lie. Her body had changed since I last saw her. Lola had always been rail-thin, but now her hips were more pronounced. She had more curves than before, and her boobs, well, those things had their own zip code now. It looked great on her, but no way she would have filled out that outfit like that this time last year.

"Yeah?" 

"Yeah," I confirmed, though my curiosity was piqued. It was giving very much dominatrix Angelina Jolie in Mr. & Mrs. Smith. "What are you supposed to be anyway?" Lola's face lit up, and she spun around before turning back and whipping a long leather switch forward. wuh-PSSH! wuh-PSSH! I flinched at the loud sound cracking through the air. 

"I'm Catwoman, duh," cackling as she stepped out of the dressing room. "But not Halle," she scrunched her nose, making her freckles meld. "I'm Michelle Pfeiffer from Batman Returns." wuh-PSSH! wuh-PSSH! I rolled my eyes, shaking my head at my crazy best friend.

**

When we pulled up the house, Lo didn't bother coming inside to see her brothers. She said she had some errands to run before the party, and she'd be back to pick me up in a few hours. I didn't mind because I needed to shower and get ready anyway.

Grabbing my bags, I went inside. Nic gave me a key so I could come and go as I pleased. I had to admit even though I wasn't ready for any type of relationship with the guys. I didn't exactly hate the idea of being with them again, even Salvatore.

Steam filled the shower around me, fogging the glass doors. The hot stream of water rained down on me, caressing my still extremely sore muscles. Once I finished, I turned off the faucet and stepped out and rather than straightening my hair, I decided to let it air dry, keeping its natural wave. My eye makeup was heavy and dark with a blood-red lip to fit the costume's theme that Lola convinced me to buy. Though most of my body looked back to normal, I still had a few bruises in their final stages of healing on my arm and left shoulder. I used foundation to cover them up.

Huffing, I walked back into the room, dropping the towel onto the floor—everything was splayed out on my bed. I first put on underwear and snatched the fishnets, running them up my legs. I did the same with a tiny little skin-tight pair of red polyurethane leather boyshorts. At the store, I made sure to buy them a size too small, so my ass hung out the bottoms. Lastly, I grabbed the glossy red faux leather corset, unzipped it, and wrapped the stiff material around my back. It had a zipper in the front, so I could adjust how much cleavage I wanted to have on display. Thankfully I had matching sleek red knee-high boots.

My phone vibrated against the wooden nightstand beside my bed. I walked over, unlocking it. Lola messaged me—she was outside waiting. Grabbing my devil's horns, I positioned the headband into my hair.
I didn't have a jacket, so I asked Lola to bring me one. Opening my bedroom door, I heard the guys talking amongst themselves going on about their day. I bit my bottom lip as I closed the door behind me.

"Dinner's almost ready," Nic had to be yelling it to me because everyone else was in the kitchen with him.

Lifting my head high, the corner of my mouth perked up, and the heels of my boots clicked on the floor as I walked over to the kitchen. "Actually, I've got plans tonight," I stood in the entryway, and all three guys' eyes darted up in my direction. Lorenzo was missing in action as per usual. My cool demeanor faltered, and my breath slightly hitched when their looks of hunger ate me up. No one said anything. They just stared at me. I felt like a baby lamb against a pack of starved wolves.

Heat began to course through my veins while my eyes followed the way Matteo's chest rose and fell as he gripped the edge of the countertop. Or how Nic's tongue slowly swept over his lips. I fought the urge to moan as I could almost feel him dragging it in the same sluggish motion between my thighs. Shaking that stupid thought from my head, I turned to leave. I, however, didn't miss the way Salvatore's jaw ticked and nostrils flared when he glanced down at my ass before quickly looking away. "Night, guys."

The front door opened just as I was about to reach it, and Lorenzo stepped in with the same two women from the other night. This time, however, the women were only kissing one another, while Lorenzo's face was buried in his phone. He hadn't even noticed he was about to walk into me until I put my hands up to stop him. "Shit," the phone fell from his hand. When our eyes connected, I felt an uncomfortable jolt of electricity zap me that made my hands snap away from his arms.

We stood for a strange second before the women drew their attention to us. "Damn Zo Zo, you didn't tell us how hot she was," the redhead said as the blonde nodded in agreement. Clenching my jaw, I rolled my eyes at her little nickname for him. "You should join us, baby. I'd really love to taste you," the blonde reached up, attempting to run a hand through my hair, but Lorenzo caught her by the wrist.

"Not this one," Lorenzo growled through clenched teeth, talking to her, but his eyes never left mine. Fuck. That was the same protective side of him that once made me love him. But I couldn't think about that. He was an asshole, and I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing how he still affected me.

"Fine," the woman plucked her arm from his hand and turned her flirty gaze towards me. I broke away from his glare, looking back at her with a smirk that I knew would further piss him off. "But if you ever wanna play," she reached into her clutch, pulling out a card and handing it to me.

"Call me. It's Kandy with a K, by the way, and she's Cherry. The first time is always free, right Zo?"

Grinning, I look up to find Lorenzo still seething. Perfect. I veered my sweet sticky smile toward Kandy and twisted the knife for good measure. "I'll definitely be using this. It's been a while since I've been adequately satisfied." I winked, holding up the card Kandy with a K just handed before tucking it into my corset. Watching from the corner of my eye, I saw Lorenzo flexed his sharp jaw and flared his nostrils, heat radiating off of him.

"I always knew the devil was gorgeously delicious," Cherry said and we all laughed. The ladies excused themselves and continued toward the room next to mine. I sidestepped to move past Lorenzo to leave, but my elbow was yanked backward, and I stumbled on my feet.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going dressed like that?" Enzo barked, still clutching my elbow, and I heard heavy footsteps in the hall behind us—surely Nic, Matteo, and Salvatore were now standing there.

"Get the fuck off of me," I yanked my arm from his hold. "You lost the right to question me when you murdered my ex in front of me," stepping toward him, I got into his personal space. "And you lost the fucking right ever to touch me again when you told me I was asking for it. Tell me, Lorenzo, am I asking for it now?" Pissed, I cocked my head to the side, tugging on the front of my corset, unzipping it a few more centimeters and allowing my breast almost completely spill out of the top.

"Cat," he sighed heavily. "I didn't mean it. I'm sorr—"

"Yes, you did," I yelled, cutting him off my face inches away from his face. "I know you, Lorenzo Mariano. I see you. I've always seen you! And there isn't a fucking thing you say or do that you don't mean. So you can go fuck yourself with your bullshit apology. I will never let you in again. Ever!" My voice cracked despite my best efforts against it. "Lola is waiting," I moved past him, and this time, he let me. Enzo looked defeated, but I didn't care. I couldn't. "Don't want to keep your women waiting, Zo Zo," I told him using the nickname that Cherry called him, and I regretted it as soon as I walked out the door. Not because it hurt him but because he might've gotten the indication that I still cared when I didn't—I couldn't. Never again.

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