Playing With The Delinquents

Chapter 28. Trapped

AN- Sorry for the long wait. I was busy with other things while also going back to fix mistakes in my chapters. Please let me know if you see any mistakes. I re-read my chapters before publishing them but I tend to miss things.
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Esme's pov

2 weeks later

    It's been 2 weeks since I arrived at the 'main house' with Lorenzo and it's been 3 weeks since I've been at my job. Ever since Lorenzo's mafia established war against the Russians, this house has been on tighter security if that's even possible. He's been more distant towards me. He's never really home and barely share any words with me.

Lorenzo is keeping me a hostage against my will. He restricts me from leaving the house. The only place I'm allowed to go that's remotely outside the walls of this house is the pool and the garden.

This is because he believes the Russians know about my relations with him through social media and paparazzi. He doesn't want the Russians thinking they can get to him through me.

To make sure that I abide by his rules, I have a personal babysitter, Lewis. Lorenzo describes Lewis as a bodyguard but I describe him as an annoying babysitter that reports everything I do back to Lorenzo.

Right now I'm laying on the couch playing with my phone as Lewis watches a stupid romance movie. He loves watching romance films that always end in tears and screams or kisses and smiles. They always scream so loud. I don't know how his ears are still functioning the way they do.

He's sitting in the couch next to mine, maintaining a distance but not that distant incase an attack happens or something.

Lewis is a very calm and nonchalant person. He doesn't speak at all. Everytime I try to make a conversation with him, he just hums a 'hm' or my personal favorite 'mhm'. Although he doesn't speak much, he's a very handsome man.

He has green eyes and brown wavy hair. He's very tall. Even though he looks like he could be in his mid 30's, he still has a baby face. No beard or stuble... Just a smooth; sharp jawline.

I look over at him to see his face still glued to the tv, stuffing popcorn in his mouth. I'm still dumbstruck that a cold; nonchalant man like him could just sit here and watch love films for entertainment.

He has tattoos inked all over his body but the two that stood out the most to me was the tattoo of a clown mask laughing and frowning. The same one that Unique has on her arm. But in this situation Lewis has his on his neck, flaunting it with pride like a peacock.

Unique was right when she said 'everyone in the mafia has this tattoo. It signifies loyalty to our mafia'.

The other tattoo that left me curious was a heart with a dagger peircing through it. I wonder what led to him getting that tattoo or if it has anything to do with him being obssessed with watching love films. A man full of mysteries just like Lorenzo.

I groaned as I felt boredom wash over me "I'm fucking bored. I want to leave! I don't know why Enzo is keeping me here against my will. I'm sick and tired of this shit!" I ranted on, my voice echoing through the house as I yelled.

The house was empty because everyone was either out on missions with the British to attack the Russians, or training. This left me and Lewis alone in the big and lonely house. Although, we weren't completely alone because there were still guards patroling the parameters of the house.

Lewis paused his movie and turned his head to me. Is he finally going to talk? Is he going to yell at me and tell me I'm being immature? I held eye contact with Lewis until he finally said "hmm" and un-paused his movie.

I huffed in frustration "when are you going to fucking talk?!" From the corner of my eye, I saw his lips curl up into a smirk. Thats the first time I've ever seen him smile. He's taking enjoyment in my frustration. Typical mafia men.

I continued to play on my phone trying to cure my boredom. Suddenly, the main-front door slammed and the sound of heavy footsteps grew louder as they got closer to the living room. The footsteps made a stop in-front of the couch I was laying in.

"Get up" A stern voice that I know belongs to Lorenzo, said. I look up to see his grey eyes trailing over my body, eyeing the clothes I'm wearing. I was wearing black sweatpants and a black over-sized hoodie which all belonged to him. I had to pull on the drawstrings of the sweatpants like crazy in-order for them to fit my waist. "Why" I questioned.

His cold eyes made their way up to mine. "I'm taking you shopping. I can't have you wearing all my clothes." I looked down at the clothes I was wearing. At least I get to leave the house. Even if it's with his jerk ass.

I sighed. "Finally you're letting me leave the house. I feel like a fucking hostage." I got up off the couch, stretching my back. Lorenzo shot a glare at me. I slipped on my white Air forces. He made his way back outside, with me and Lewis trailing behind him.

In the driveway, sat a Black Jeep with a driver in the front. I slid into the back-seat with Lewis sitting beside me. Lorenzo sat in the front seat, whispering to driver. The driver nodded "yes don" and began to drive the car.

I sighed staring out the window, watching all the people mind their buisness and do their daily lives. I took a deep breathe. I'm acting like I've never been outside before. Like I've spent my whole life in darkness. Well that's how it feels when you're trapped inside of a house against your will!

After a few minutes of driving, the car came to a stop in front of a fancy-looking fashion outlet that seems like it may be connected to other clothing stores.

Lorenzo turns his head to the driver "Stay here and let us know if anything seems off. We'll be back". The driver nodded "yes don". Lewis got out the car and rushed over to open my car door. Lorenzo seemed to have noticed that because his nonchalant attitude turned into a displeased face.

"Thank you" I mumbled to Lewis. He nodded, not replying just like he always does. We made our way inside the clothing store and immediately, a woman came rushing over to Lorenzo.

She was holding measuring tape and an Ipad. She had brunette hair and dressed very professional. She wore red and she wore it very well like the color was made for her and her only. "You must be Mr. Lombardi" she held out her hand for a shake but all he did was stare at her.

She laughed awkwardly. "Not much of a hand-shaker are we" she joked. Lorenzo grew impatient "let's just get this over with shall we? I have places to be" He mumbled the last sentence.

She cleared her throat "right uh yes. My name is Scarlette, I'll be your personal designer today. Follow me please" she led us to a room that had expensive-looking clothing hanged up. She gestured me over "come darling, let me get your measurements. You gentlemen can wait here".

I walked over to her. I could feel Lorenzo's eyes drilling holes in the back of my head. She wrapped the yellow tape around my waist and chest then she measured my height. "Alright, go wait in the dressing room" she said as she tapped on her ipad. I mumbled an okay and walked over to the curtain-closed dressing room.

After a while of waiting, she came in and put down many outfits. They looked amazing but also expensive. Every outfit I put on I was obligated to show Lorenzo and all he did was nod in aproval.

By time we finished shopping, the sky was getting darker. Lewis and Lorenzo carried the bags back to the car. The night was quiet...Too quiet. I sensed something was wrong. I guess Lorenzo and Lewis felt the same chills because they suddenly tensed up, looking in all directions every step we took.

I got in the car, sitting in the backseat. The car was dark so I turned on the light. As soon as I did, I looked up into the rear-view mirror to see the driver. I let out an ear-bleeding scream. "Lorenzo, the driver is fucking dead!" I yelled as I stared at the corspe in disbelief. There was a hole that sat in the center of the driver's forehead.
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