Loving The Mafia

•Chapter 30•

  Third Person's POV

   Lorenzo grunted as his body landed on the floor. They had finally let him down after hanging from the ceiling for days. Lorenzo breathed harshly as he strained to move. He was weak and bruised. His head hurt too much. His body hurt too much. Everything hurt too much. Just the mere action of breathing was difficult. Is this what it felt like to be on the receiving end?

Ever since being imprisoned, Alberto treated him as a dog. He gave him stale unwanted food that he couldn't even look at or smell without wanting to puke. Alberto even fed him personally. It was pure torture. Alberto literally had him like a dog. As embarrassing as it sounded, he had Lorenzo crawling.

  But rest assure, that was only one time. Only reason he did that was to attempt to knock out Alberto, obtain Angelo and escape. However since Lorenzo was now malnourished, his tactics were futile. Alberto had easily sent Lorenzo flying to the opposite side of the dirty room with a kick to the chest.

  Now Lorenzo was almost close to giving up. His body, mind and soul was close to its breaking point. Yet even in his darkest moments, he found his light that gave him hope.

Brianne.

The thought of her name brought a sense of peace and shiver of delight. Remembering the soft smooth feel of her skin would somehow ease his pain. What gave him back his strong will to push on was when he closed his eyes and remembered his name leaving from her plump pink lips.

He promised Brianne that he would return to her no matter the obstacles. He wasn't going to break this promise; because as much as he needed her, she needed him.

“I see you haven't touched your meal,” Lorenzo's ears burned at the sound if Alberto's voice. He heard Alberto scoffed before adding,“ Bet you didn't even look at it.”

Lorenzo pushed himself back to lean against the wall. His fierce grey eyes met Alberto's as he inhaled shakily. Fuck even inhaling became a difficult task.
“Maybe you should try it,” Lorenzo replied weakily but you could still hear the sarcasm and taunt in his tone, “Tell me how it tastes.”

Alberto snickered as he walked slowly over to his battered cousin. Alberto's steps were purposely slow with large steps. Lorenzo watched his so-called cousin. He leaned his head back against the cool brick wall, his eyes never leaving Alberto's.

Alberto squatted down to Lorenzo's level before scrunching his nose in disgust from the fowl scent Lorenzo radiated,“ Would you like to be delivered to your lover chopped into tiny unrecognizable pieces?” Alberto's tone was taunting yet his expression looked as serious as ever,“ Or would you like to see your lover be chopped? Hmm?” Alberto raises an eyebrow at the "offer".

Without thinking, Lorenzo threw a fist at Alberto in rage. Alberto being healthier dodged it and smirked.
“Wipe that smirk off your face, Al," Lorenzo spat his nickname out,“ I have men who will tear down this place for Angelo and I.” Lorenzo chuckled manically as he weakly got to his feet with the support of the wall,“ And when they get here, I will fucking kill you.” Lorenzo sneered viciously.

Alberto looked almost shaken up by Lorenzo's threat but smirked as he stepped backwards. “Do you know how long its been Renzo?” Alberto turned his back to walk over to the wooden table that held his torture tools –all of which are coated in Lorenzo's blood.