The Blind Deception

TheOtherSide

                               Lorenzo's Pov

From the moment he laid eyes on Aemilia, her eyes, he had to make her his. When she would smile, he wanted to capture those very moments and place them inside a jar. Though it was rare.

He tried to stay away. He really did. He tried other women, he tried to go away and busy himself with work.

Her eyes.

His thoughts were constantly consumed by her eyes, then her other features. She was beautiful, and when he thought about her in any way, it always resulted in a tent in his pants and long cold showers.

He considered his self a sick guy for his age, it's not like he hated his family business, if anything it scratched some sort of itch he had whenever he killed or tortured.

Lorenzo was never the one to overindulge, he knew what came with his lifestyle, what being too happy would bring. What bringing an outsider inside his world would do. So, when he first saw the girl in the empty hallway, looking excitedly at her schedule, he couldn't help but want to tease her. And when he sat with the lonely girl in the lunchroom of a school his father had made him attend again to find information about something someone had paid them for, he didn't understand why he had done it.

When he kissed her after she brought her hands to his brows, her unique eyes that looked into his afterward, he was as confused as she was. He was a man, a man that was cold-hearted, ruthless, and cared for nothing but his family.

So when the thoughts of the girl wouldn't leave his mind, he had Giannis look into her background. Though it was strange, he was oddly happy to find she was already as deep as she was. Her incident was no incident.

Now, she stood in the very kitchen of his family home after eavesdropping on his and his right-hand man's conversation. He was at a loss for words. Which was a rarity for him.

"Aemilia, eat, then return to our room. We're having a small engagement party here later. Someone will be up with clothes you can choose from," he said, his tone cold and detached, before turning on his heel.

He didn't care to hear her response, he didn't want to.

Showing vulnerability in a world like his was exactly how his mother died. Exactly how the Dobre's hit his father's weakest spot. Though the DeLucas were sure the Dobre's didn't know they knew or they would have never opened their homes to them. Though that was the kind of people the Dobre's were.

It took everything in him not to kill her parents right in front of her.

The rage he felt at the celebratory dinner as he watched parents if he would even call them that—disregard their only child's wishes. He imagined, as he sat quietly, killing the mother quickly, point-blank between the eyes, then dragging the father to the same torture he put Lorenzo's mother through.

Lorenzo's father was no better of a man. He could practically feel the heat radiating off of him as he sat, per his son's request, and had a casual conversation with his only love killer. He owed his father big time, though he had to remind him, slow and steady, they would get everything they wanted.

Running a successful business as they had, they had to have brains about them. Not everything had to be rushed, especially if you wanted to savor it.

He imagined fucking his enemy's daughter right in front of him, while he was forced to watch, as nails plunged into his hands, forcing his hands into the floor.

Lorenzo saw a maid and ordered her to get him a change of clothes. Preferably something that didn't stain. As he waited, he called Giovanni and Giannis.