Serina Accardi had everything, and wanted for nothing. Her brother gave her whatever she desired, but kept the parts of her destined world out of her reach.
Until she lost everything in one night to a man who's eyes looks like the devils wrath.
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Sorry I have been dead I was forced to go camping. And there were no air mattresses so I slept on rocks for a week straight. It also poured rain for 3 nights And I was scared the whole time that a spider was going to crawl up my butt or into my mouth or something. So that's my excuse. Your welcome
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"What?" He said. But he had heard.
I felt like a vixen as I stood behind him, all flustered in my stupid short red little dress. He sensed me as I walk up behind him, his body hardening and tensing under his expensive suit, muscles rippling and readying for attack.
He looked more animal then, hackles up and teeth in a snarl like give the chance he'd tear me to pieces if I got too close. He was so vicious, so guarded and it made me wonder what he was defending himself against.
This was all so fucked up and yet here I was—Playing games with my brothers killer. Lorenzo was supposed to kill me too, he should have. But he didnt, and I cant even imagine why Id be useful to him. Im 21 and I lived with my brother on a hill In LA, I don't even have my drivers license.
"When you killed Lucas you said you were going to keep me until I wished I was dead," I say right back as I approach him. I felt like I was approaching a wild animal and trying to poke it with a sharpened stick. "Why keep me at all?" I asked my hand reaching out slowly to touch his shoulder.
He didn't want me to ask question, so I'll ask a thousand of them.
Lorenzo turns quick, quicker then I could react and grabbed my hand, stopping me from touching him, yet his action brought us closer. He towered over me, he was big, rippling with strength so masculine and raw it was like he'd been hand crafted to fit a woman's wettest dream.
The corners of his mouth turned up into a slow smile, like he'd noticed how my eyes had trailed down him. I keep the flush from my cheeks, thinking it might be better not to draw attention to it. Better that he doesn't know how stupidly hot he looks, even thought I hated him.
He stands there in front of me, in the middle of the private lounge for what feels like centuries but could only truly be a handful of breaths. He wanted me to react somehow, to step back or flinch away. He wanted me to do what he was used to seeing from everyone else.
He wanted me to submit. To be scared of him.
But the only thing I submit is my mobile order at McDonald's.
"Your just like him." Lorenzo spit, his words so sharp that I thought they were going to cut me. He stood a foot away, the air around us felt cold, bitter as it swirled around us, the rest of the room falling away leaving just the two of us.
My head felt airy from the drinks I had, I guess maybe it wasn't the best idea to get something hard core, but liquid courage seemed to be one of the only things keeping me
