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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I hope you know love, I don't share. and that includs you. Specifically you.
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Serina POV
Before Marco could register a single thing I watched Lorenzo walk up to us with tight restraint, fist clenched at his sides to keep himself from attacking.
He looked as sinister as he had so many evil nights before, and as I took him in and blackened suit he wore that was stained with blood, blood on his white undershirt, on his hands.
His hand grabbed Marcos's shoulder and pulled him back, yanking his body, and hands off me and throwing him away.
The magnitude of this tug sending him crashing into a table; making a glass vase fall to the floor and shatter into a million pieces around him.
Lorenzo moved in front of me like a lion protecting his kill, his body shaking with rage as he stared at his best friend.
"What the fuck Marco?" Lorenzo grit out, shoulders tightening and rolling.
"Oh calm down." He staggered, as he pushed himself up, stepping all over the broken glass with his shoes.
Feeling Lorenzo's control snap I wrapped my arm around Lorenzo's, pulling my body flush against his side. His gaze falling to me I could tell he was pissed, but I couldn't decipher whether or not it was at me.
Lorenzo was pretty much shaking with rage, and I could see the anger in his eyes.
His most trusted friend, putting moves on his...well I guess I wasn't quite sure what exactly I am to him.
Oh god, what If Marco had kissed me?
"You were about to fucking kiss her Marco," Lorenzo yelled as he gestured his hand up, and he made an attempt to move forward. But I kept hold on his dress shirt, stopping him.
And for that, he glared down at me.
I waited for Marco to deny the accusation, deny the fact that he had wanted to kiss me, but he didn't. He stood there, silently.
He wanted to kiss me, despite him knowing my love for his best friend and his boss.
"What's going on, I heard yelling?" A voice soon echoed around the room, and I shot my head to the door.
"Rosario?" I asked baffled and shocked.
My eyes trailing down his face, I smiled lowly. It was him. Shaggy hair and bright eyes, a smile that I hadn't seen since that night on the rooftop.
He still looked just as smug and flirty as he did the last time I saw him. Except well, minus the bullet wound.
"In the fucking flesh." Rosario saluted me with a winning smile.
But I could practically smell the dominance and rage seeping of Lorenzo, and I heard an angered growl come from his throat as he ripped his hand free of my grip and moved it so it encircled my waist, Pulling me into his chest, my back against his front.
