It was simple.
He need a wife and I needed protection from a crazy stalker ex boyfriend.
Now there is no going back.
I'm his wife now and he is my husband
His Donna.
My Don.
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"I will burn this whole fucking city down if i have to," he decl...
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Angel woke up with excruciating pain in her jaw. She quickly stumbles to the bathroom to grab her medicine.
Angel pop two of the pills and quickly drank the water. She looked into the mirror her face has completely healed but there were still purple bruises on her jaw area.
She grabs the ointment and unscrews the top. Before she could squirt some of it on her hand a knock stops her.
She looks through the mirror and Lorenzo stands in the doorway. "Can I help you with something?" She asked.
"Nothing really, to be honest, I want to ask you the same thing," he says. Angel looks down toward the sink and closes her eyes.
"Every time I see you, you look so defeated and in pain," he says stepping forward to her. A lone tear slid down her face.
"I'm so stupid," she cries. Lorenzo turns Angel towards him but she still looks toward his feet.
"I saw the signs that he may not like the real me but like fucking lovesick idiot I ignored them. It's not many people out there for someone like me. It was nice," she says.
Lorenzo raises her head toward his.
"Maybe your not looking in the right direction tesoro and unlike that other sad sack of shit I can treat you right," he said determinedly.
Angel didn't care how much pain she was in right now physically and emotionally she just wanted to forget.
She rose to meet his lips but Lorenzo places two of his fingers on her lips.
"Tsk tsk no yet amore. You're not strong enough to handle me yet but when you are I'm gonna make you forget all the pain that bastard causes you and replace it with an extreme amount of pleasure and maybe a little bit of pain," he tells her.
Angel is not really sure what to say to that and she is too aroused to think straight. Lorenzo takes the ointment out of her hands and squeezes some onto his hands.
"Until then let's get you fully healed," he says gently rubbing in the ointment on her jaw.
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Valencia POV
Throughout dinner, Arensio and I had conversations I didn't think we would have. It was nice. He's not a complete fucking idiot. Who knew?
After dinner, Arensio ordered us gelato. It was so rich and creamy that I almost died. Since Arensio owned the place he didn't have to pay but he did leave a large tip for our waiter.
