Run But Don't Hide

Chapter XII

                           JAMES

I didn't know what to wear. I was kind of panicking. Why should I im just going on a date with a man who kidnapped me killed for me and oh yeh I forgot to mention is a fucking psychotic maniac who runs a mafia, which is where he is now running "errands" in code means killing people or doing other illegal activities that I would rather not think about that seeing as over the past few weeks as much as I hate it we've grown close, we'll he still won't let me go to work

Apparently, I'm "sick," which honestly I kinda do feel ill, but that just cause I'm constantly on eggshells ever since Lorènzo told me his right hand man looked into my background I'd rather tell him myself when I'm ready if I ever Lorènzo wants to know but he's giving me the option to tell him rather than forcing it out of me.

I've never had someone who was interested in actually listening to me like Lorènzo and for the first time in a long time, I've felt. Safe? I don't know if that's the right word.

Saying that, I did let him fonger me hole. I called him well, you know, and know he may think I wore those panties for him, but they were comfortable, and I felt hot in them.

Ok, maybe I did wear them for him, but he'll never know that. Over the past few weeks, I've found out that even though Lorènzo has a personal chef, he still likes to cook his own dishes, which are mainly traditional Italian dishes
Like Ginger Rissoto with Harb oil, which honestly I didn't know what the fuck that meant until I tried it and oh my god. Maybe marrying him wasn't so bad

He can cook,he's strong, and his cock is huge

I grin to myself thinking about how hard I made him it felt as Is if there was a rock against my ass. I felt embarrassed after but now here I am trying to find an outfit while Lorènzo's is probably splattered with blood.

I shiver thinking about that, as kind as he is to me now he has anger, no not anger, rage pure animalistic rage especially when another guy comes near me. Which I honestly fond hella hot. But enough about that.

I snap out of my day dream, looking into the closet filled with clothes Lorènzo forced me to buy, not in the sense that he chose what I wore more forced me to buy something

Lorènzo said we won't go somewhere to fancy for our first date, so I settled on cream khakis with a white collar shirt under a blue hoodie I slipped on a pair of clean white runners that I just git two days ago, I hope were not going to some high end restaurant where I'll look like a fool

It had been two hours since Lorènzo knocked on my door after finishing whatever needed to be done

"Hello, little angel, you look simply divine," he chuckles, and I blush like crazy

Fuck how a simple complement can turn me into a fucking strawberry

Lorènzo is in a black dress shirt alongside matching black suit pants held together by a belt his full sleeve of tattoos showed fully and it darkened my blush

"Keep staring angel and I don't think you'll be leaving this room on your legs onky your knees, although I prefer you on your knees" he says in a sultry tone sending shivers down my spine

"S-shut up, you look good too I guess" my blush darkens

"You guess? Should I go change? " he asked in a serious tone

"Lorènzo im messing you look fine." I smile at the fact that this big mafia boss was dead serious about changing cause I said he looks "ok"

He slid his arm around my waist, leading me out the bedroom door and out into the garden where I thought his driver would pick us instead. What I see shocks me