Il Mio Capo Mafioso Italiano

XVII

Lorenzo's POV:

Everyone was yelling to stop but I drowned it all out. I was on top of Ivar landing punch after punch on his pathetic face. Nobody dared to try to stop me, in fear of being placed in Ivar's position if they tried.

He said this has happened a couple of years ago, meaning Mavery was just a kid. Knowing that only made me ever more furious with him.

He was begging for me to get off of him and stop punching him, I didn't care. "Did you stop when she asked you to stop!?" I said between punches.

I managed to get a few more punches in before I felt someone's hands on me, and a voice begging me to stop.

It was Mavery.

"Lorenzo please you are going to kill him" She said in a hushed voice, softly tugging on my shoulder. I don't know why but I listened to her. I stood up and landed a solid kick on Ivar's stomach, and watched as he rolled over in pain. Mavery's arms wrapped around one of my arms, telling me he has had enough and to let it go. By then the music had stopped, and everyone was staring at us.

I sighed and started to leave the club when I heard a voice yell at me from the floor,

"That's what this is about?!" I turn, angrily to see Ivar had stood up, and was fuming. "You don't like hearing what I've done do your new play toy huh?! I'm right right? You two are fucking?!"

Ivar stepped towards Mavery and tried to grab her throat, but she brought her knee up and hit him right in the crotch, causing him to fall to his knees. "Don't try and touch me. Ever." Mavery spat at his face, which I couldn't deny was hot.

"Mavery let's go." I called out to her, as she steps by him and walks to me, clearly very shaken up by all of this, but trying to hide it. I was proud of her for standing up to him right there, after all he has put her through.

I signaled for my security to take care of him, which they instantly did, by seizing a drunk Ivar and hauling him off to one of our basements. Just then, Luca frantically runs into the club. "What happened?!"

"I will explain later. Get everything sorted out here, I'm going home." I told him before I grabbed Mavery's hand and walked out of the club.

Mavery's POV:

To call me confused was an understatement.

The night was going perfectly fine until I heard screams and saw Lorenzo attacking Ivar.

Now I was leaving the club with Lorenzo, still having no idea what has just happened.

Lorenzo lead me to his car, where we both climbed in and sat for a moment, in silence. "What was that?" I finally asked him. Lorenzo didn't respond, instead he started the car and was about to start driving before I spoke to him again, "Real mature just go and attack someone for no reason then ignore me."

This seemed to get his attention because he instantly turned to me. I couldn't tell if he was angry, sad, or anything. His eyes were emotionless.

"I wasn't just going to let him get away with what he had done to you, then gloat about it to everyone." He says to me, not breaking eye contact.