The Mafia's Teacher

CHAPTER 22

*Lorenzo's POV*

"Teo! Take Daisy up stairs right now." Mateo did just that as I ran at the speed of light towards the kitchen.

Opening the door, I witnessed the worst site I have ever seen. I have seen a lot, but never has it been this bad...with someone I care about.

Stacey was laying unconscious, helpless and vulnerable on the kitchen floor. She had multiple lacerations to her face and her torso.

"Stacey!! Can you here me?! Please wake up darling. Please." I pleaded while grasping her in my arms.

No response. I shook her again, no response. I soon began to lose all hope, but then her eyes fluttered open ever so slightly.

"Oh my god! Stacey! Please don't close those eyes on me again, I can't be in the dark. Those are my light." I practically let my heart out of its cage. Of its walls.

"L-Lorenzo...Daisy...." She is currently barely conscious and laying in my arms, but her first thoughts were Daisy. Dear god, I love her.

"She's fine, she's perfectly fine. I'm going to call Gabriella and get you all fixed up. Now let's get this shirt off." The shirt was soaked in blood, and she started to shiver.

"No don't... please." Stacey looked up at me with...shame?

"Why not Stacey, you are going to need to get your wounds treated." I argued my point.

"My body...it isn't something I like. It's a constant reminder. It isn't pretty, I'm ugly if anything." Stacey then looked down at her hands and twiddled them.

"Stacey, you are beautiful. Your health needs to come first." I continued. How could someone so beautiful, so perfect, hate herself?

She gave me a silent nod, and I lifted her shirt off her head. This action left me shaking in anger.

She had multiple scars around her torso. One specifically spelling out "JH"

"He b-branded me. Said that if I had scars, no one would want me...apart from him. H-he used me as a chalkboard Lorenzo."
She began to sob into me and the only thing I could do was hold her. Be there, and let her cry.

How could anyone possibly do this to an angel? When I find this "JH" bloke, he will not have the luxury of a quick death.

Still holding Stacey in my arms, I manoeuvred the way out of my black t-shit and slipped it on her. She looked up at me with grateful eyes and continued to silently cry.

I heard the door click, indicating Gabriella was here. Thank god. I heard her voice and another, presumably her husband is with her. My second father figure, Antonio. I need him right now.

"ENZO! Where are you?" I heard Gabriella's commanding voice echoing down the corridors, until it finally reached the kitchen.

She opened the door with Antonio by her side and gave me a sympathetic look. All while a sleeping angel was kept in my arms. Tonight is going to be an eventful one.

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