Loving The Mafia

•Chapter 5•

I cleaned up Lorenzo's nose and we were sitting together on his private jet, just staring at each other. You would think it must've been awkward but it wasn't. Before I ran, when Lorenzo or I had nothing to talk about, we would stare at each other. It was weird i know. I liked staring into his eyes and at the tattoo on his neck. The tattoo would start from his wrist and end just below his ear.

I scanned Renzo's face. He had a light tanned skin color. His grey eyes was glued onto me. I looked at his full lips and then his hair. His black thick hair was styled to the side in a messy way. He looked amazing. He had the chiseled features of a male model. His sharp jawline and high cheekbones. Neither of us broke the silence between us.

I looked at his Armani suit. It hugged his chest comfortably, showing that he was indeed muscular. The jacket was snug against his muscular arms. I looked at him and watched him study my face. I followed the movement of his eyes from my face to my clothing. "How long again do I have to sit here with you?" I looked at his stony face.

"Two hours again," He watched me as a predator would with his prey," Where have you been past three years?"

"Manhattan," I shrugged," I stayed with Claire first then with my ex-boyfriends until i found an apartment," I watched his jaw clenched at the mention of my ex's.

"Ex boyfriends?" Of course Lorenzo would bring it up. I nodded," Two of them," I looked into his icy eyes.

"Did you sleep with them?" He lifted an eyebrow.

"Yea," I gave him a duh look," Do you want me sleeping on the floor?"

"Not that kind of sleep," He rolled his eyes.

"Oh," I said," Ooohhh.... Well that's none of your business is it?"

He glared and moved closer to me," Remember when i made you say that you're mine?"

I remembered clearly. That was one of sweetest nights with him ever. It wasn't through sex if you're thinking it. That night he carried me out to a park. It was set with candles and we ate dinner, star-gazing. He gave me a necklace with B+L engraved on a golden heart locket. Inside was a goofy picture of us making a silly faces and on the other side was a picture of us kissing. That night I hugged him so tight i thought he was dead after.

"Are you mine?" He asked. "I am yours," I replied.

The night I left, I placed the locket on the bedside table. I looked at Lorenzo and I knew he too recalled the story. "I was high that night," I rolled my eyes.

Lorenzo smirked," Alta su amore." (High on love)

I scoffed and turned away," You've changed a lot bambola," i glanced him. He still had his stony face expression going on," You probably hate me but you're never leaving again."

"Mummy always said to share your used toys. Giocattoli.(Toys)," I didn't look at him. He didn't reply after. I looked out of the window and watched the white pillows of clouds pass by. My eyes felt drowsy as i leaned my head back. The light that surrounded the plane was now pitch black.

I stretched my body on the soft comfortable bed. I had this terrible dream last night. After meeting Angelo, Lorenzo found me and took me. Damn it felt so real. I slowly opened my eyes and looked at the ceiling. Since when my ceiling had a small chandelier? Shit. I sprung up from the bed and surveyed the room. The familiar scent filled my nostrils. Vanilla. The room had its same creamy white color and the floors carpeted in a burgundy.

I was in Renzo's room. I looked at the dark red fluffy pillows and blankets. I looked back on when i used to love cuddling up in these. I was still in my flannel shirt and jeans. My boots were off and on the floor. Of course Lorenzo would bring me up here. I walked up to his full body mirror and observed my face. My hair was messily in a bun and my eyes were puffy from sleep.

Walking to Lorenzo's bathroom, i splashed my face with cold water. His bathroom was still the same. Big and grand. He had a shower in one corner and a bathtub in the other. The counters were marbled with dark mahogany wood. The lighting was superb. The mirror was wide and not a speck on it. I walked out and walked to the large double doors.

Opening it, I stepped out and walked down the large familiar hallway. No one was around at the moment. The house - sorry mansion- The mansion was large enough and had enough rooms for Lorenzo and his men. It was a big happy ruthless coldblooded killing family that looked out for one another. I was once happy to be in it but I grew scared of it.

I've seen things that can make a grown man cry for his mom. I've seen how nasty these men can be. They killed for money. Lorenzo kept me in certain areas of the house. I was only allowed to go to the kitchen, the pool and gardens. I was never allowed to go to the basements or his office. One day i got tired of his controlling self and went to the basements and office.

The basements; where they would kill and/or torture people. They held their enemies and would have them locked up in there for days. No food, No water. The walls were covered in dried blood and moss. The floors would've been muddy and slippery. The place smelt like a garbage dump itself. His office; the place that held all his secrets. Every transaction he made he kept it there. That's when my trust for him dwindled.

I continued walking down the hallway and made my way downstairs to the kitchen.

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