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The guy who kicked down my door stands there for a moment, I'd never seen him before.
He slowly walks over to me with every step I can see his gun and my eyes don't leave it as my breath becomes shallow, "who are" he interrupts me, "don't speak, Elora."
He had a Spanish accent and continued walking closer, "Eres hermosa."
"sé" I let out quickly, breaking his rule.
"me vas a matar?" I ask shaking, "Si." His word sent shivers down my spine as he got closer I eyed his gun thinking about grabbing it.
"What is your deal with Lorenzo?" He asks just barely touching me, "I don't have a deal." I begin uncontrollably shaking.
"Why does he keep coming here?" I noticed the tattoo covering most of his arm, 'serpiente' with a snake tattoo, it means snakes. "Im not telling you anything," I hissed at him.
"So then yes, I am going to kill you."
He whispered close to me causing me to eye his gun again, he pulls the gun out from his side and holding against my neck, "sure you don't wanna talk?" He asked again pushing the gun into my neck, "fuck you." I said before hearing a loud gunshot, I thought I was dead but the guy dropped revealing Enzo at the front door holding a gun.
"Got urself into trouble Angel?" He asks while smirking, "No actually apparently you did."
"He's a serpent they must've been watching me, fuck sorry angel." He looked distressed, "It's fine, I'm a big girl but I do recall telling you to leave me alone."
I say trying to be sensitive considering he just saved my life, "I was coming to bring you food, pasta my mama made." His words made my cheeks turn slightly red, his mama?
"Well, thanks I guess, what are you going to do with him?" I say while looking down at the body.
"Alessio will come and get him and you are coming with me until I fix your door, and until it's safe."
"No, I am not, I'm a big girl I can handle myself Enzo."
"You should say my name more, it rolls off your tongue nicely." He teased while walking into the apartment, "I- I- you, just call Alessio."
"Si angel," he teased while pulling out his phone.
His arms, his tattooed, muscular, veiny arms. I could drop dead right now, they were so fucking hot.
Bodies didn't really bother me, and neither did death.
Enzo hung up the phone after a moment, "You're coming with me, Angel, you can go wait in the limo."
His limo didn't surprise me and he probably had a mansion and fifteen cars, and a shit ton of money in his basement next to the cell he beat people in.
"I am not going to stay with you or ride in your limo," I say sternly.
"I told you I wasn't going to hurt you, and neither is anybody else so you are coming with me, willfully or un-willfully." He was not taking no for an answer, that was obvious.
