Darling ;Lorenzo Berkshire

K I L L M E N O W

Lorenzo's POV:

Why?

Dear Merlin, WHY?

I have one of the most, if not the MOST beautiful woman underneath me in the most perfect position. I was just about to make an actual move until I heard an irritatingly familiar voice from behind me.

Delilah in front of me screamed a series of unusual swear words when she heard the voice, and I don't blame her. Whoever it was wanted to purposely scare us.

I glared over my shoulder, making sure to cover Delilah's half-naked self with the blanket.

Merlin, I pray I see her in those pyjamas again.

But of course, our intruder was none other than Mr Theodore fucking Nott.

The literal bane of my existence.

"You've got to me fucking kidding me," I said through gritted teeth as I removed myself off Delilah.

His eyes were filled with rage as he already began storming to me, ignoring a warning from Delilah behind us now.

"You wanna go again, dickhead?" I shouted at him, before I nearly reached him.

"Shut it, prick-" With that, he took a decent swing, landing on my cheekbone. The same place Matteo had punched me, just two nights ago.

I could hear Delilah shouting from behind us.

Recovering almost immediately, I grabbed him by the material of his t-shirt and threw him back with enough force to knock him off his feet. He scampered back up quickly, but not quickly enough as my right hook connected with his already busted lip.

Bullseye.

I didn't feel guilty for that one.

For what must have been only about 10 seconds of heaven, I repeatedly landed my fist square on any area above his neck. The sensation of skin ripping on my knuckles felt good, because I knew it was worth it. For now at least.

Red. Scarlet red was all I saw between my hands and his face.

Just as I chuckled from the meer satisfaction of landing that punch, all of a sudden, two figures had emerged.

Immediately, one of them pushed me back and away from Nott, wrapping me in a quick "Incarcerous" spell.

I knew who it was from that foul, classic move.

"Pissing on my fucking parade once again, Blaise," I groaned, breaking out of his restraints against me with my wand still in my back pocket.

"I'm just trying to save your pretty face, Darling," he replied, holding his hands up in surrender before lightly slapping my cheek as I frowned.

I saw the expression on Blaises face drop as he turned around and saw Delilah, still sitting on the sofa with the blanket swaddled around her.

Her cheeks were flushed slightly pink, and her curly hair messed in a bun on her head. She sat with her arms wrapped around her legs, curled up in a little ball as she looked up between Blaise and I.

I immediately felt ashamed.

I couldn't imagine how embarrassed she must've felt, being found in such a vulnerable position by none other than her brother's friends.

Realisation hit me in the stomach immediately.

Shit.

Matteo.