"The Mafia Boss and His Angel"
Valentina Vernández is an pure perfection. She has brown wavy hair, juicy plump lips, marvelous body. Although her life isn't devine as it seems to be.
Lorenzo Martino is an sexy mysterious Italian. He has everything...
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As I regain consciousness, my head pulses with excruciating pain. I lifted my eyelids with difficulty and blinked quickly against the glaring light. I closed them and tried to figure out what really happened in my head.
Was it another attack? Or maybe the nightmare from which I finally woke up?
After a few minutes, I opened my eyes again as I gently sat up. When my eyesight adjusted to the prevailing lighting, I noticed that I was no longer in Giovanni house.
Oh no no! No fucking way that can't be true!
I'm in Lorenzo's bedroom, in Italy. How did it happen, what actually happened? I take a few deep breaths to help calm my palpitations.
The last thing I remember was Lorenzo, no it wasn't him, it was the Ghost standing in front of me, and I was pointing my gun at him. Then there's emptiness. By what right he brought me here, I felt rage, the fucking controller. Fear was no stranger to me now.
I looked around the room again, nothing has changed here. The huge black satin bed on which I was currently sitting restored some nice memories.
That down white rug and chest of drawers. Oh come on! God, what am I doing here? In the darkest scenario I didn't think I'd come back here again.
I looked up to meet the russet irises. I froze when he was here...
"Was that necessary?" Lorenzo questioned, he kept his eyesight on the rounded part of my body for a while, only to return to my eyes after a while. I frowned.
"Pointing gun at me." He finished. Was it a necessity, yes. I acted instinctively, it was inevitable.
"Was it necessary for you to bring me back here?" I hit the ball, avoiding answering his question. He was standing leaning against the wardrobe doorframe, which evoked such unpleasant memories.
This was the last time I saw Lorenzo. I felt tears sting under my eyelids, so I blinked them away. He sighed loudly bouncing off the door frames and heading towards me.
His expression as usual was mysterious, except that once I slightly tweaked his feelings piercing through this mask. Now he hid them very carefully under his impassive and empty gaze.
He stood by the bed and stretched out his hand towards me, gently but firmly grasping my chin.
"You're my women, I'm selfish and I won't let you go again."
"So to answer your question. Yes, it was necessary." He said in a stern voice, the one who speaks, don't contradict me.
I huffed at his words, tearing my chin out of his embrace.
"You're fucking sure that I'm your woman. You weren't convinced about that last time." I growled, not giving him a glance.
There was a pause, I know he was watching me. Suddenly I felt myself fall onto the mattress and he pinned my hands on either side of my head.
