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I'd just finished training with Silas, I grab a glass and fill it with water. He'd only taught me punches which was useless, I grew up doing punches at my parents or kids at school, I did not need a lesson on that but he insisted if I wanted to work with him I had to start from the beginning.
"You did good today," Silas assures me while walking into the kitchen. "I was born throwing punches, I don't need a pat on the back, do you know where Enzo is?" "Probably off killing someone."
"You're not like, in love with me right because I tried to be friends with Giovanni and then he kissed me." "I couldn't love someone like you, you are far too nice." "That's oddly comforting, but I can be very, very mean." He laughs at my words before walking into the living room.
He begins playing video games as I lean against the counter and watch him, "You just died on the easiest game possible." I laugh at him, "As if you could do any better," "Oh Silas, you really don't know me, give me the controller."
I play the video game and get first place, of course. "Damn," he sighs while placing his head in his hands. "I told you, I always win."
I walk back into the kitchen where Giovanni is doing something I don't bother to pay attention to, I hear him mumble something under his breath that I can't quite make out. "Do you have a problem, Giovanni?" I ask, "I don't like what you're doing to Enzo." I smile at his words, "You don't like what I'm doing to Enzo, or are you just mad that I'm not doing it to you?"
"Elora, I really don't want problems." Liar, "I think that you do, I am not doing anything to Enzo, if you have a problem with him or me take it up with him." I begin aggressively gripping the knife in my hands that was cutting fruit. "You should ask Enzo who he's keeping locked up currently," Giovanni mutters, this is why I cannot be nice.
I grab him by the shirt and push him against the cabinet, the knife resting next to his neck. "Don't talk to me about Enzo, or secrets, are you really that desperate, do you need to try and ruin Enzo's life for your own personal entertainment?" I let his shirt go, felt good to get that out.
"Wow, Katarina was right." What did he just say? "Silas," I mummer while looking at the knife in my hands, "Yeah?" "Can you take this knife before I kill your good friend?" Someone's hands take the knife from mine, wasn't Silas because he was still on the couch. "Are you okay Angel?" Enzo asks, "Im afraid if Giovanni doesn't get away from my viewing area in the next, let's say three seconds he won't be okay, but yes I am fine." I grit out my teeth.
"Gio I should kill you for implying she's a bitch, or maybe ill let her do it. Get the fuck out." Enzo says before placing the knife back on the counter, "that was intensely hot," he whispers in my ear. "Im going home, see you later." I say while walking towards the door, "You're not leaving because of Gio right?" "No, I'm leaving because I have a home, this isn't it, can you drive me?" "Of course," he pulled car keys from his tux pocket.
He drives me home and the car ride was filled with apologies for something he didn't do. "Can I tell Rose, my best friend about us? I can't do this if I cant talk to her." I ask while standing at my front door, "Okay, tell her."
He gives me a quick kiss on the forehead before walking away, I go into my apartment and call Rose, it has been killing me not to tell her.
"Hey Rose, can you be here in 10?" I ask, "Yeah, are you okay?" "Fine." I hang up the phone, I am nervous. I mean she's going to think I'm crazy, or he's holding me hostage I know her too well for our own good.
Ten minutes later she opens my door, she's the only one with a key. "What's up?" She asks while relaxing herself on my couch, "You know Lorenzo Romano?" I ask while sitting next to her, "Everyone does, he's the devil, he'll kill anyone for any reason, or for no reason."
I defiantly shouldn't fucking tell her.
"I've been seeing him, hanging out with him or whatever." She looks at me like I'm crazy before her eyes turn to my neck, "Hickeys, oh my god is he hurting you, holding you hostage?" "No, if he was I wouldn't be telling you, I like him."
"Are you okay Elora? Is Jerimiah forcing you to do this or what?" "I took care of Jerimiah and, I'm good, I'm better than good and he's good for me." She doesn't get it, "What do you mean 'took care of him?' he's bad news for you." She really doesn't get it, "He's protecting me, he cares about me that's far more than Jerimiah ever did, just give him a chance, you could come to his house soon?" I ask hoping she'll say yes. I can't be with him if she doesn't like him.
"Fine, but you have to tell me if he hurts you." "I will, he won't, now what happened to you and the guy with perfect hair and a nice smile?" "We are done, he has a girlfriend and I'm not that girl like you said, but I am so not over him, do you have any tequila?"
I had to leave out the, he took my virginity part, or else she would've lost it.
"I have tequila and wine, which one." "Shit, I'm on call, sometimes I hate my life, tell me more about him, Lorenzo Romano." "He's not all that bad, well he is, to everyone but me." "Is it true, does he torture people in his basement?" She was way too hung up on the rumors, "Yes, but he has a base where he touchers people as well, I tortured Jerimiah in his basement, it works just fine." Her jaw dropped and mouth her mouth made an O shape.
"He does this thing when he doesn't know it's me, he seems like he hates whoever at the door but when he sees it's me he changes, and his smile is the most perfect thing ever, he-" I stop myself, "I am not a love-struck idiot." I make clear to her, "But you are love-struck?" I hold in my breath, "I think I'm falling in love with Lorenzo Romano and I'm afraid it's going to destroy me."
