Sinful Despair

➩𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞

𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐲 & 𝐄𝐧𝐳𝐨
𖤓𖤓𖤓

Olivia Collins, age 25, grew up in California with her parents, 2 siblings and a cat. Went to Standberg university at 20 but got expelled a year later for having intercourse in an empty classroom with two men.
She then started working at a club, did well for three years but quit when she decided she needed something different.

Apparently making food for a big, angry, Italian, mafia man was the way to go.

"You look like shit" Enzo welcomes me as I walk into the kitchen. Olivia looks up from the stove, looking me up and down.

Ignoring her, I send Enzo an exaggerated sarcastic smile, "Mmm, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed" I finish my sentence off with rolling my eyes.

He stares at me, "Someone didn't go to bed"

My mouth falls open, bitch.

"Yeah well, I had stuff to do." I cross my arms.

He arches a brow, leaning back in his seat with a cocky smirk. "Really? And what was that?"

Uhhh, "Studying." I mean technically I'm not lying?

Enzo nods slowly but his eyes tell me he doesn't believe me for a second. "Studying?"

"Can't exactly go to school from here can I?" Still not technically a lie..?

He doesn't respond, instead staying still in his chair with an unimpressed expression. I take the chance to take a few awkward steps back then turning around and hurrying back to my room without another word.

I guess breakfast will have to wait.

𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐨
𖤓𖤓𖤓

She didn't eat breakfast.

It isn't healthy.

I don't have time for hospital visits.

Which is the reason I'm bringing a tray with food up to her room.

The only reason.

I knock on her door, but she doesn't answer. I knock again, nothing. I call out her name during the third knock but this time when I don't get a response I turn the doorknob and enter the room anyway.
Not much has changed, it's suspiciously clean for being her room, even if the bed isn't made.

Water running from the bathroom catches my attention, the pile of clothes laying on the floor infront of it does as well.

She's showering.

My hand tightens against the handle of the tray, but almost immediately loosening up. Snap the fuck out of it.

I walk over to her desk, moving a couple of things around to make enough space for the tray however as I'm setting the tray down I accidentally knock something down on the ground.

A picture, of her. But it's not a recent photo, she can't be much older than 15. She's with a group of friends, all posing for the selfie, but it's not the photo itself that has my attention, it's the scar displayed by the side of her head.

The fresh scar.

"What are you doing?" A voice cuts in, her voice. Apparently I was so focused on the picture that I hadn't realized she had turned off the shower, dried herself and stepped out of the bathroom. Now she's standing infront of me, wearing the most pathetic excuse of a towel I've ever seen in my life.

I place the photo back on the desk, turning around to face her directly.

Her face is puffy, cheeks red from the steam of the hot shower. My eyes move up to hers, full of exhaustion after the sleepless night. Her hair is still wet and I can't look away when a drop of water slowly runs down her chest, collecting in-between her breasts where the towel starts.

"Enzo?.." She mumbles.

I walk towards her, and with a couple steps I'm placed right in front of her. She looks up at me  confused, but my actions speak for themselves when my right hand curls around her neck to keep her still, the other one tucking a blonde strand behind her ear, revealing the large scar.

She closes her eyes and shifts her head away from me, almost as if she expects something bad to happen, like scolding, punishment, pain.

"Tell me what happened." I gently caress the side of her head with my thumb.

She shakes her head, her eyes still shut closed.

"Lily, look at me." There's a moment a silence, before she gives in, slowly opening her eyes and looking back up at me.

I almost forget what I was saying as I look down at her, her glossy blue pearls blink up at me through her damp eyelashes.

"Who did this to you."

𖤓𖤓𖤓

I know I have uploaded in a while but this is an extremely busy time for me. Of course I'm going to continue this book. I'm not leaving it unfinished but for me to be able to have the motivation I can't stress myself to have to upload.
I'm other words, please dont ask when I'll be posting the next chapter several times or in any way stress me🙈

There's a few gaps in the story where I really don't know what to write since most of the ideas I have are for later if you know what I mean 👀

When I started this story I didn't really think it through because writing it in the same timeline as sinful addiction isn't super exciting and it kinda feels like I'm just rewriting the story.

(Also rereading sinful addiction made me cringe so hard I almost cried)

Anyways, I'm trying to figure out how to make this story a little bit more exciting and different but it's not that easy🥲