AMORE

Date?

Bella

We haven't uttered one word to each other since we met. Not one. One.

Now that I think about it, we haven't even smiled at each other or held eye contact. But I can't be blamed for that, his cold and distant eyes scare mine. It feels as if he is trying to scare me away and not wanting me to talk to him. As if he is content with the awkward silence and aura that is lingering in the air, poisoning us by each passing second.

As the boys chatter away with each other about where we should be hidden, I can't help but feel sad. I don't know what I was expecting from meeting Lorenzo, when it wasn't this. He doesn't even feel safe anymore. He doesn't feel like my Renzo. My eyes flicker over to him, where he is talking to Scar about something. Khalid is talking to someone in Persian, I guess it has something to do with the hiding of the weapons in Iran. I sigh loudly as Adam comes in sight, but he doesn't mind me. Instead, he starts to clean his guns that he had in the truck to avoid talking to me. Deep within I feel guilty for popping off on him. I was right, but I shouldn't have slapped him. Adams personality is that flirty annoying cocky dude and I shouldn't have taken his statements to heart.

I stand up from the couch and walk over to him, with the chocolate in my hand still. I feel two familiar eyes piece through my back, burning my skin.

"Adam?" I muster up my most innocent voice as I sit down beside him. I immediately smell the delicious scent of his Persian mist, as he continues cleaning without paying me no mind. I sulk in my seat as I bump into him jokingly. His big form doesn't budge one bit, and nor does he smile. "Adam?" I try again, holding on to his bicep to drag his attention to me. When he doesn't do that, I take the gun from his hand to which he turns to me quickly.

"Isabella" he warns me with no softness on his face. I shake my head at him as I watch him mumble something under his breath. "Hand it over" he speaks lowly, holding out his palm. Instead of handing the gun over, I put my hand in his palm to which he curses under his breath again.

"I shouldn't have slapped you. I am sorry" I tell him, feeling him tighten his grip on my hand. He nods as he uses his other hand to take the gun from me. I let him when I see him open his mouth to speak; "I don't mind your hands on me Isabella, but that one wasn't pleasurable" he jokes as a big grin forms on his face. I giggle at that, running my hands though his hair, to which he pulls away quickly and stands up;

"I will take you out today" he says louder this time. I furrow my eyes and am about to speak when he places his finger on my lips, hushing me. "You owe me" he whispers so only I can hear.

Suddenly a loud thud comes when a vase collides with the ground breaking into several pieces. I gasp from the sudden noise and by the looks of it, Adam does to by the way he stands up from his crunching position and takes away his finger from my lips. My eyes flicker over to Lorenzo who is looking rather explosive. His jaw is tense along with his fists that are clutched tightly. He swallows hard, his adams apple bopping at the movement. His eyes...his eyes are dark, like those scary nights in horror movies. They are fixed on me and I secretly want to cower away from his stare. And that's exactly what I do.

As the guys go back to their previous conversation, I smile tightly to Adam and slip out of the living room to call Ali. However, my plan doesn't go as planned when I hear footsteps following each move. Just when I am about to close the kitchens door, a foot place itself forward. I look up at the same dark eyes that are stripping me in front of his eyes, by each glance. I ignore him as he opens the door despite my efforts to close it. My eyes catch on to the new ink that is covering his skin, but he moves quickly before I can take a good look at it. He takes long strides towards me and harshly bites the inside of him lip. I look away immediately, not wanting him to see my lurking eyes that are not looking away from his plump lips.

"What the fuck was that?" he asks lowly as I walk towards the fridge. Suddenly my body is spun around with the tight grip Lorenzo has on my arm. I try to pry his hands away from my arm, but it doesn't help. Instead I like the feeling of our hands touching, which makes me more frustrated. Lorenzo sees me struggling and speaks up again, but this time he crunches down to my level, so our faces are breaths apart; "Who is that boy to you, Isabella? And why are you going out with him?" he asks through gritted teeth. I don't answer him and try to push him away by pushing at his chest. I can feel his muscles through his shirt and can already tell that he has gotten bulkier. He looks better, manlier. Not that he didn't look manly before, but the slicked hair, beard and the muscles oozes confident masculinity. The type where a man is not afraid to wear pink because he would look just as manly as without it.

"Answer me for fucks sake! I am going mental here!" he hisses as he slams me to the fridge. I gasp as I look at him with wide eyes, but he is unfazed. He lifts me up from the ground and I immediately clutch on to his shoulder to stabilize myself. He is breathing hand and his hands that are around me are still in fists. I can make out his anger and jealousy and somewhere deep within, I like it. The odd feeling of him still caring about me, comforts me in a weird sense.

"Green doesn't look good on you Renzo" I whisper to him, to which he scoffs and chuckle darkly, as if he can't believe that I have said those words. I don't react, too busy observing him. He lifts up his hand and caresses my chin softly, to which I stare at him in awe. His dark persona is still there, but his touch is soothing my body.

"Yeah? Does your boyfriend look good in blue and purple? » he whispers to me, to which I furrow my brows. Lorenzo doesn't look in my eyes, instead having his gaze set on my lips. Suddenly I understand what he means and shake my head quickly. He looks at my movement and shut his eyes tightly as if he is hurting. I take the time to stare at him and when I am raking his chest, a thought bubbles up in my head.

"Did you clean it?" I ask him, to which he opens his eyes and asks; "Clean what?". I point to the spot below his ribcage, indicating to the wound that was bleeding yesterday. Lorenzo doesn't answer, still looking at me with that cold stare. "You are not going out with the boy" he says harsher this time. I pout at his statement and start to object; "last time I checked, you weren't my father Lore-" I start off until he grabs my jaw and tilts it upwards. He has definitely gotten much harsher that's for sure, I think when he uses his fingers to part away my lips and inserts his thumb in my mouth. I look at him in shock as lust is evident on his face.

"Suck it" he whispers in my ear, as he nuzzles his face in my hair sniffing it. I break out of my daze and close my mouth around his thumb to which he hums lightly in my ear. I swirl my tongue around his thumb slowly, without thinking to which he presses my hips closer to his. I feel the bulge forming in his pants and I stop sucking on his thumb. Lorenzo looks at me the same intensity and backs away slowly, leaving me cold and empty again.

"If you think that getting me to suck your thumb means that I will decline Adams offer, you are highly mistaken" I tell him as I put my hair in a ponytail and smooth out my clothes. Lorenzo looks at me intently and leans back. "If you go out with that boy Isabella, I will not hesitate to use these same hands to choke him first and then make you come after" he speaks huskier this time with no ounce of embarrassment on his face. Rather it holds, certainty and confidence as if he is sure that I won't risk it. Which he is right about, I am against violence, have I said that before?

"Fuck you" I whisper to him harshly as I push at his chest and start to walk out of the kitchen.

"Now that's your job, Isabella" I hear him from behind me, making me flush red. I am more than happy with the fact that he can't see my face.

Fuck, what have I gotten myself into? Where is Adam?