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.
Th...
In a fight, they are lethal But around each other, they melt.
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Serina POV
"Serina." Lorenzo voice sounded strained, and my name fell swiftly off his lips. I saw his gun tucked into the front of his waistband.
His hands gripped my shoulders and he looked down into my eyes. I nodded, to signify him to continue, and I set my glass of Vodka down on the dresser beside me.
"Lover?" I asked, as I studied his fearsome eyes. He wasn't scared of whatever threat I don't think, but scared of what it'd do to me.
"Satan he..." he started, but he didn't need to finish that sentence for me to know exactly what he was going to say.
Satan escaped from whatever cell Lorenzo had thrown him Into.
"How." I deadpanned.
"Seems we have traitors within our walls."
"Can they escape?" I asked, as I pushed out of Lorenzo's grasp and walked into the closet. Pulling on a dress I tore from the hanger without looking, before slipping the black long number onto my body.
I had been In just lingerie, as some woman do to...how do I put this? Take beautiful snap shots of my ass.
"No. No." Lorenzo's eyes burned like a fucking fire. But I just turned away to conceal my demons that surfaced with just that one word. "Serina, Satan is trapped in here, and he knows that. Im dealing with it so I just need you to stay in here..." he said as he watched me walk over to his safe he kept behind the rack of clothes.
"Open." I growled, and he looked at me in shock for a second. Never before had he seen my eyes so cold, my voice so demanding.
"Why." He asked, but he knew why.
"I'm coming with you." My words were final,
"Absolutely not." He said right back, which I knew he would.
"I wasn't asking for your permission." My words were like knives.
He let out a strained breath. "I will not be able to focus out there if I am worried about a bullet going through your forehead the whole time."
