Bleeding Rose

Chapter thirty

He didn't waste a second slamming his lips on mine, lifting me up to wrap my legs around his waist.

We stumbled backwards towards his bed and he dropped me on it.

"I'm going to taste every inch of you. I fucking promise." He snarled, dropping to his knees.

His fingers slowly slid up my legs to my thigh and higher and higher-

"Jesus," I muttered as he put pressure on my pussy.

"Tell me what you want Isabella," he grunted, his fingers itching to take control,

"Take off my pants," I ordered.

He slipped them right off of me without a moment of hesitation.

"Now what," he asked, drawing circles on my upper thigh with his middle finger.

"Put your mouth on me," I said, grabbing the hand he had laid on my thigh and placed it directly on my pussy.

"It would be my pleasure," he drawled before pouncing his head forward and doing wicked things with his tongue.

"Motherfucke-"

"Shh. We wouldn't want to wake the house would we?" He teased, his breath hot on my clit.

I felt my lower stomach clench and I felt myself reaching my climax.

"I need to come," I panted.

"Do it, all over my face," he snarled and swirled his tongue in circles.

My pussy clenched and I felt myself explode all over him.

"Delicious," he said breathlessly, licking up every drop of my come.

"I'm tired," I muttered.

"Come on, I'll clean you up," he sighed, standing up and licking his lips with a smirk that sent shudders down my body.

He disappeared Into the bathroom for a few moments before he came out holding a towel.

He kneeled in front of my open legs and began to wipe away any remains.

After that we climbed into bed together, I decided that the sound of his heart beat is my favorite noise.

In the middle of the night, my body jerked awake, and I looked at Lorenzo who was still peacefully sleeping.

I took a moment to really think about my life and how all of it could be gone in an instant.

Those damn Leprechauns are finally getting to me.

It was then that I knew what I had to do, regardless of the consequences, I had to at least try.

I slowly slid out of the bed, sliding out from under his arm.

I took one last glance at him before disappearing into the closet to grab some clothes to change into quickly.

I threw on a black turtle neck and some jeans and felt around for a notepad I know I packed.

I leaned on the bathroom counter and clicked the pen.

Lorenzo,

I'm sorry. If I die, I don't regret it. Sometimes we have to make sacrifices to keep the things we have, and that's what I want for you. Take care of Sammy and Leah. Make sure Nico doesn't kill himself or anyone else doing something stupid. Watch over Sofia, she will take it the hardest, and stay in close contact with Gabby. I want you to know that I've loved you for ten years, even when you wanted me dead, even when you almost killed me, I still loved you. Thats probably sick and twisted but whatever. When you wake up and find this letter, don't come after me. This war with the leprechauns, the Irish, needs to be finished. Don't wait for me.

-Isabella Moretti

By the time I signed my name at the bottom, tears were flowing down my cheeks as I cried for the first time in a long time.

I placed the note on the night stand closest to him and smiled at him sadly one last time before slowly stalking out of the room.

I bit my lip to stop any noises or sobs coming out as slipped into the garage and grabbed a motorcycle.

The minute the garage door opened I blasted out, forcing my head straight, not letting myself look back.

I don't know how long I was riding until I reached the airport, my chest was already numb from the pain.

I left the motorcycle in the parking garage before I sprinted into the airport.

"I need the soon the soonest flight to Dublin," I said to the lady at the ticket booth.

"That would be in an hour," she said, raising a manicured eyebrow.

"Ok I'll take it," I nodded, quickly pulling out credit card.

I sprint down the terminals looking for my gate number.

"34, 35, 36....37" I said, out of breath.

I dropped into one of the seat and closed my eyes.

I let out a sigh and shifted uncomfortably in my seat.

"Now boarding group A," the lady said over the speaker.

I groaned and got up with my boarding pass in hand and my fake passport in the other.

"Your seat is 31a ma'am," she said and gestured for me to board.

I gave her a firm smile and walked down the hallway leading to the plane.

I sat in my aisle seat and ignored the curious glances people took of my scarred face.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seatbelts as we prepare to take off," the pilot said over the speakers.

My knee started bouncing in nerves causing the man sitting next to me to glare,

I shot a death glare back and he quickly looked away.

My stomach lurched as the flight attendant announced our arrival and I swallowed thickly.

I didn't have time for regret, this had to be done.

I shoved my way down the aisle, trying to get off the plane as fast as I could.

In the middle of the airport I stopped running and frantically looked for any sign for an exit.

I followed a crowd of people who also got off my flight who were making their way out of the airport as well.

I looked around outside for any taxis or ground transportation, but a chill ran down spine.

I already knew there was going to be trouble.

"Don't out up a fight," a heavily Irish accented voice growled in my ear and he twisted my arms behind my back.

I tried thrashing but he tightened his grip causing me to wince in pain.

"Isabella, did you really think you could step onto Irish soil and we wouldn't know?" The man tutted, dragging me towards a van that was pulling up next to the curb,

"Oh you have got to be kidding me?" I grumbled under my breath,

"Unfortunately for you, we're not."

And that was the last thing that was said before I was knocked out.