All Yours

XX

LORENZO

The next day, I made it my soul purpose to go kill that fucking prick who dared to lay his hands on my girl.

After my men grabbed him from the bathroom in my office building, I had him taken to my underground basement in my penthouse.

Aurora was real fucking close to walking right towards the cell yesterday, but thankfully she ended up going to my at home gym.

It's sometime between 1 and 2 AM in the morning and Aurora is fast asleep in my bed again. I told her she isn't allowed to work or move another inch until she's completely better. She did not handle that well. Too bad.

I've been residing on the couch which has really fucked up my back posture. I've been trying to give her space, but every single minute I'm away from her feels like my skin is being clawed at.

I head up to my room just to make sure she's sound asleep and once I hear her cute little snores, I head down to the basement.

As I open the cell door, Ivan's head is dipped low while his arms are outstretched, hanging by two chains wrapped around his wrists.

His legs are crossed and chained together, leaving him completely immobile. I grab an empty steel cup off to the side and I throw it, landing perfectly on his forehead.

His eyes shoot open and he groans in pain from the contact. Pussy.

He notices my presence and physically shrinks and cowers under me. Fucking pathetic.

"Look man, I don't know what I did but it must have been a misunderstanding!" He pleads, tears forming in his eyes.

I roll my own in response to his wretched state and wait for him to explain himself.

"If this is about that chick from the office, she came onto me and played me!" I just stare back at him, my anger increasing by the second. He awkwardly laughs and tries to reason more. "Women, right? They can never stay put to one man," he laughs off, analyzing my face to see if I enjoyed his stupid fucking joke.

News flash; I didn't.

Wasting no time, I pull out my gun from the back of my waist and and aim it right at his dick.

His eyes widen and he starts to plead with me, his words becoming a slurred mess due to him sobbing uncontrollably. God he's loud.

I shut him up by pulling the trigger, eliciting an excruciating scream from him. He got even louder.

Sensing a headache forming, I waste no time prolonging my torturing and shoot him in the dead center of his forehead, leaving a splatter like pattern behind him on the wall. Beautiful.

I text one of my men to clean up the mess and head upstairs to see my girl.

When I emerge from the bottom level, I hear soft noises coming from upstairs and I rush up to see what's wrong.

As I near my bedroom, I hear her shifting uncontrollably and soft moans leaving her mouth. I swing open the door to find her sprawled out on the bed with no sheets or blankets on top of her. Her skin is coated with a thick layer of sweat and there's a permanent crease set in her forehead. Her soft moans turn into cries as she pleads with whoever she's dreaming about. She's having a nightmare.