Vendetta

Chapter 23- Kitchen

I followed after Lorenzo into the Italian restaurant. It was oozed in expense and red.

The red booth chairs were red. The curtains that draped over the windows. The roses in vases on the tables, red. The lights were dimmed red. Fuck even the waiter who was taking us to our table had red hair.

I looked down without consent and quiet clearly checked Lorenzo's ass out. Perky.

We sat down at a small booth cornered off from the rest of the customers.

"Did I tell you how sexy you look in that dress" Lorenzo said staring at me while he drank from his champagne glass.

I blushed, fuck now I was red.

I cleared my throats and swallowed "I've never eaten at an Italian restaurant before especially not an expensive one" I commented.

"I own it." He replied.

"Seriously? Why do you live in New York then why own a restaurant a 100 miles away?"

"I liked it, when I like something I have to have it." He said his eyes not breaking eye contact.

"It sounds like you was born with a silver spoon in your mouth."

The way his eyes went from drinking me in like the last cup of water to wanting to shove the barrel of a gun in my mouth and blowing my brains out was, frightening.

"Far from it." He said through gritted teeth his voice low and dark.

"I spent most of my life growing up in the Russian convent, much like other boys. They grew up to be assassins, like your father. Others secret agents and me- well the leader of americas greatest mafia gang if not all of north and South America." He ran his tongue across his Lips.

"I saw things that would make soldiers grimace and cry. I did things that would make a sociopath look like fucking Cinderella, you think you had it hard?" He laughed like a maniac.

"Alissa you've got no fucking clue." He slammed his glass on the table.

He grab his jacket and got up taking long strides through the restaurant to the kitchen.

I hurried after him nearly falling over in the 6 inch heels I was in. I pushed through the swinging door that led to the busy kitchen.

"Lorenzo" I called after him.

"Lorenzo"

"I'm talking to you" I shouted. Suddenly, he stopped.

"Out" he said quietly.

"Out" he roared shooting the roof of the restaurant making a few screams erupt and people to duck and run.

"You're not the only person who's completely fucked up" i shouted at him.

He turned to meet my eyes his jaw tense and anger smacked on his face.

"So what you've killed a few people? A lot of people have, I know I have."

"The thing that's different about me and you, is that you can't pull the trigger. I've seen you, observed you even. You get to that point ready to shoot, and then you hesitate. You don't want too, anyone who's grown up like you and me would pull the trigger in a heart beat, but not you" he said staring at me.

"Just because we've been brought up to be a monster doesn't mean we have to be one." I said moving closer to him.

He stalked towards me making me back up. He had me pinned against a wall in seconds his hands on either side of my head.

His eyes softened they was trying to find something within my own. "Why haven't you ran away screaming yet? You had your chance to leave but you haven't. Why?"