𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝚩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭 | 18+

40 || OUT FOR BLOOD

CHAPTER FORTY | OUT FOR BLOOD
𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪

Lorenzo had never really cared for anyone, cared for unnecessary sweet words in order to shield someone from pain nor had he ever cared to put in the effort of making someone happy. He hadn't even batted his eyes when he told the Asensios of what he'd done to their son, didn't bother comforting them when they cried nor did he give them anything to aid their pain.

He simply told the truth and left.

He did his duty and nothing more.

"She's obviously depressed."

Lorenzo glared at Niccolò, pulling Natalia closer and covering her ears, letting her pull him closer in her sleepy state. She'd been tired ever since they got her casts removed. "She's fine."

He didn't even have to glance at her puffy eyes and wet cheeks to confirm what he already knew. "She cried herself to sleep. She's traumatised."

"Not depressed. She played golf with you."

An unidentifiable emotion crossed his eyes. "Depressed people can function in society."

"No, they don't."

Niccolò only stared at Lorenzo for a bit, and for the first time in years, as Lorenzo removed his gaze from Natalia and locked his eyes with Niccolò, he saw the raw emotions in his friend's eyes. "I play golf too."

His grip loosened on Natalia before tightening when he realised the depth of his words. "Niccolò-"

"She wants to get better," he admitted. "It's obvious in the way she pushes herself."

"Niccolò-"

"Don't start with me." Niccolò rolled his eyes. "Focus on your girlfriend." Unlike Natalia, he wanted to be depressed. He wasn't ready to move on, not ready to let go and be happy. The guilt was too hard, being happy was a burden. "Keep her close or you'll regret it." Niccolò certainly did.

Lorenzo drew Natalia closer, letting her tighten her arms around him. "I will."

Nodding, Niccolò decided to back off. "Wrap your shit up and shoo then. You two have well overstayed your visit."

Scoffing, he glared at Niccolò, only making him roll his eyes.

"Go to the fucking event then and then leave."

Before Lorenzo could respond, Niccolò left, slamming the door behind him and causing Natalia to wake up with a jump. "What was that?"

He dismissed the fear in her eyes with a scoff. "Come here."

"Lorenzo-"

"All's okay." Cupping her cheek, his thumb ran over the height of her cheek. "Come here, Talia."

Letting out a sigh, Natalia let her form melt into his.

"Tired?"

She nodded faintly. She used to be a morning person but over the last few weeks, she dreaded getting out of bed.

"We can stay."

"No, no. It's... It's okay."

Glaring at her, he pecked her lips. "I said we can stay."

Smiling at his aggressive display of affection, she closed her eyes and let him pull her closer. "I want ice cream."

He stilled. "What kind?"

"Gelato."

"Flavour?"

"Lemon."

His eyebrow tugged. "Lemon?"