CHAPTER THREE

Lorenzo was his name. Lorenzo Armani… Or as most people called him ‘The devil’s son'.

He was a bastard son born out of wedlock. Some said he killed his father for the pleasure of it. Others said he'd done it for revenge. Either way, he was known throughout the world as a ruthless man. A monster. A beast. His reputation preceded him. Everyone knew him. For better or worse, he was feared. And yet, he was also respected. He commanded respect.

At the age of twenty-five, Lorenzo had not only taken over his father’s mafia empire, but made it bigger than ever. He not only engaged in illegal activities, but he had taken on other businesses as well. From real estate to hotels, casinos, and even clothing stores.

Lorenzo himself owned almost every business around. He was the kind of man you wanted on your side. He was also well recognized for his lavish lifestyle. Money, cars, women, power... He had everything. And he was used to getting what he wanted, when he wanted.

So one could only imagine the shock he got when the one woman he wanted more than succumb to his desires.

Red was nothing like all the other women he met. She wasn't like any of those girls he had bedded before. She was pure, innocent, and beautiful. She was a breath of fresh air to his life. He could feel it, just by looking at her.

The very moment she stepped into the room, in that red lingerie, her soul shined brighter than the sun.

So bright, he was captivated. He was mesmerized by her beauty. And when she took off her bra. God! It was perfection.

Not only was she breathtakingly gorgeous, she possessed the kind of curves that made him weak in the knees. Her skin was perfect. Smooth, creamy white flesh. The softest thing he had ever felt. Her lips… her lips was like heaven on earth. When he kissed her, he almost forgot where he was. All he cared about was making her moan.

But he hadn't expected her to fight him. To resist his charms. To flee from him.

He knew she was special. She was different from the other girls. From the women he fucked. He could feel their lust. Their desire for him. But Red, she was something else. Something so rare, he never experienced anything like it.

But he would make sure she felt exactly how he felt. He would get her back into his arms. He would own her body. Make her scream his name. She would beg him for more. She would come to crave his touch.

It was only a matter of time until she gave in to him. Once he had her, there was no stopping him from claiming what was rightfully his.

“I’m so sorry Lorenzo,” Violetta begged as she fell on her knees. She cussed Evie underneath her breath.

How could she do something so stupid? She had told her to pleasure him not to run away. Not she wasn’t just costing her biggest client but also her life. There was no telling what Lorenzo would do when he was angry.

There were rumors that he hurt people just for the fun of it. He once shot a man because he bought the same car as him. Another time, he beat up a guy just because he wore the same shirt as him. His temper was legendary.

Violetta was scared. She had heard many stories about Lorenzo. How ruthless and vile he was. She couldn't believe she had let Evie into his room in the first place. She should have sent someone more experienced. She should have known better.

“She’s … she’s new. That’s why. She hasn’t learnt the ropes yet,” Violetta stuttered.

“New? You mean she hasn’t been touched by anyone yet?” Lorenzo asked, his tone calm and collected. His features were emotionless as he stared at her.

“Yes, sir. She’s still a virgin and has never been with a client. Her father sold her to us, a week ago. You were supposed to be her first client. I thought you would appreciate that,” Violetta said, fidgeting nervously.

Lorenzo arched an eyebrow. His eyes narrowed as he studied her face. The thought of being the one to take her virginity excited him. It pleased him. She was so young and innocent. He had sensed that. But he didn’t realize that she was a virgin.

That made things more interesting. He liked taking control of the situation. He liked having power over his lovers. He liked knowing they were at his mercy.

He smiled as he thought of her. She was so small. So fragile. He wanted to protect her. Keep her safe from everyone except him.

“Get up Violetta. You look pathetic on the floor,” he said as he gestured for her to stand.

Violetta stood up quickly, trying hard to regain her composure. “I apologize again sir, I promise to only bring the best to you from now on.”

Lorenzo scoffed. The best? Did she mean the same old girls that didn't last long enough? Or did she mean the ones who were willing to do whatever it took to please him?

“I don’t want your apologies Violetta. I want you to make it up to me. I’m hosting a gala tomorrow night. Most of my business partners will be there. Men with money and influence. I need you to arrange your best escorts for them. I want these rich bastards to enjoy themselves and I need you to make sure they all leave satisfied. Do you understand?” Lorenzo demanded, his voice cold and sharp.

“Yes, sir. Of course, sir. I will do everything in my power to make sure you’re guests are well taken care of. Please forgive this mistake, sir. I hope you can forget about it. I won’t allow another mistake like this to happen again,” Violetta said, biting her lip nervously. She turned around to leave but Lorenzo stopped her.

“Oh and Red? I want her for me. Just for me.”