♕—Delilah He placed his forehead against mine, lovingly cradling my face in his hands as if he couldn't bear to let me go. With a soft inquisitiveness in my voice, I asked, "Tell me more about her?"The gentle breeze wafted in through the open french doors, enveloping us in peaceful silence as we held each other close."I don't talk about her to anyone..." he answered. I wrapped my arms around his neck, slowly becoming aware of how familiar our proximity had become. Astonishingly, what had started as an unpleasant experience had slowly yet surely morphed into something more, "I'm not just anyone... Am I?" I nuzzled my face into his chest because I know I can't face him when I say the next words, "Your secrets will be safe with me because I'll be gone in four days, and if papa doesn't kill me first, I know I will do it myself..." He yanked back fiercely, a menacing glare on his face, his body language noticeably showing his anger. "You won't..." I smiled at him, shaking my head, "
♕—Delilah "I was ten years old when I realized that Dario wasn't my real father. He threw me into an orphanage the second my mother died. I don't know what he did to her dead body, all I remember is him telling me that my father had died before I was born, and my mother was the only reason he kept me in his home."I watched as he told me about what he had to go through at the age of ten, I couldn't imagine what he must have felt like knowing that the only person who loved him had killed themself."Dario left me at White Lilly home for boys..." "The one from the puzzle?" I asked, caressing the back of his neck. He nodded, his hands dropping to my thigh and wandering underneath the dress, The sensation of his coarse hands grazing my thighs. I bit my lower lips as goosebumps rose on my skin. He told me about the bullying, how a guy named Tomasso and his wretched entourage tortured him. Describing how they had made his life unbearable. I almost cried a few times but tried to keep my e
Lorenzo - Fifteen Year Old. One year. Tomasso. Georgio. Tito. Carmelo. Lorenzo was consumed by the burning desire for vengeance every night, mulling over countless schemes to exact retribution. He was relentless in his obsession with these four particular names.He relentlessly toiled on himself day and night, with a sense of purposeful vengeance. He was no longer the lanky fourteen-year-old boy, instead, he appeared much older for his age. His shoulders had become more muscular and powerful, his biceps were of an impressive width, and his strength was phenomenal.He tracked each of them relentlessly, meticulously monitoring their whereabouts at all times. He sought vengeance on the strongest one first.Tomasso... Lorenzo was aware of his destructive habits, Tomasso frequented brothels, playing poker, placing bets, and indulging in drugs during the nights when he was not at the brothels. Lorenzo hired an escort and paid her enough money so, that she'd help him. Lorenzo sat in th
Lorenzo - Fifteen Year Old Tomasso winced and groaned as he slowly tried to open his eyes, only to be met with the agonizingly bright white light. He had no recollection of what had occurred the night before, all he remembered was a fleeting moment of pleasure with a beautiful woman he had met at the bar. He had a throbbing headache, and as it dawned on him that he had a major hangover, he was wishing he was back in the comfort of his own bed.He then felt something binding his hand and feet and his eyes snapped open. He looked to his sides and saw that his hands were perfectly secured on the wall and so were his feet. Panic and fear washed over him and he started to relentlessly tug at his bound limbs. The fact that he was naked didn't really help his situation, his first thought was the beautiful woman. He didn't know what was happening or who was she, he was disorientated, confused, and scared. "HELP! HELP! IS ANYONE HERE? HELP ME!" he screamed at top of his lungs. Suddenly, th
•This Chapter contains potentially disturbing imagery that may be disturbing for some readers. Please read at your own discretion. ( Violence, blood, or graphic imagery, Gore Imagery)•Lorenzo - Fifteen Year Old For a week, Lorenzo descended into the dank basement cell to dispense a vengeful justice on Tomasso, ensuring he wouldn't pass away before his punishments had been exacted. The cruel wounds inflicted on his body had become gruesomely infected, oozing pus and diffusing a wretched stench. His limbs had lost all feeling, having been restrained in the same agonizing position for what seemed like an eternity. Tomasso's pain-filled wails had no effect on Lorenzo, who was consumed by a fiery desire for vengeance for Aurora. He recalled with rage how her desperate cries for help had gone unheard and her pleas for mercy had gone unheeded, only fuelling his anger further.Tomasso's head hung low with dread as he incessantly moaned in pain and terror. He heard the creak of the door ope
This Chapter contains potentially disturbing imagery that may be disturbing for some readers. Please read at your own discretion. ( Violence, blood, or graphic imagery, Gore Imagery) Lorenzo - Fifteen Year Old. Georgio's heart pounded as his last memory of going to bed at home suddenly flew away. When he opened his eyes, he was horrified to find his limbs chained to the wall and himself stripped bare. His friends alongside him in the same state tied up, wounded, and exposed.Tomasso looked barely recognizable.Carmelo's looked almost dead. And Tito was dead with his guts hanging out of his body. A wave of dread and nausea washed over Georgio, causing his stomach to twist and churn with a sense of dread and panic. He felt as if he couldn't contain it any longer and, without warning, he found himself retching and vomiting uncontrollably, emptying the contents of his stomach all over himself.In the corner of the room, Lorenzo sat menacingly on a chair, gripping an electric shock bat
Lorenzo - Fifteen Year Old Ninety-two days had passed since Lorenzo had captured Tomasso and locked him up in his basement. Aurora had taken her own life exactly ninety-two days after Tomasso and his friends viciously assaulted her.Today, Lorenzo was finally going to grant Tomasso his wish. He was going to die today... Lorenzo stormed into the cell, his eyes glinting with malice as they lingered on the decaying corpses of Carmelo, Tito, and Georgio before finally settling on the man at the center of it all.Their corpses have been laying there for more than two months, Tomasso saw his friends decaying right in front of him, the smell, the insects eating them away, every gruesome little detail. Lorenzo didn't care if he was in the right state of mind anymore. "Today is your lucky day..." Lorenzo said, walking into the space with a big box. Tomasso's body had been so brutally infected that it had started to ooze pus everywhere and it smelt like death. Lorenzo had been providing h
Lorenzo - Fifteen Year Old At night, Dario tossed and turned in his bed, unable to find solace in sleep. He glanced to the side, catching sight of his wife peacefully dozing. He released a heavy breath, caressing his face with one hand while the other gently pushed him upright. An unsettling feeling stirred within him, forcing him to get to his feet.It had been years since anyone so much as gave Carla and her sons a second thought. He had told everyone a lie, a fabricated story about them running away, and everyone had accepted it without question. He had thought he had left that part of his life firmly in the past, only to find it still lingering at the back of his head with dread.He nervously slid off the bed and trudged his way downstairs to get a glass of water, he hesitantly flicked the kitchen light on and poured himself a glass of water before he emphatically slammed the glass back on the counter with an ominous thud. He wanted a new life, he wanted to start anew. Carla and
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♞—Lorenzo I feel so fortunate to have found my own slice of paradise on earth - I'm not sure what I did to deserve it but I'm holding onto it. I ran a hand across my jaw as I stared out the french doors of my study, listening to two of the world's most adorable waves of laughter I have heard in my entire life. My wife and my daughter... At nine months old, Aurora had begun to creep around the house and babble some distorted syllables that Delilah desperately tried to interpret. The other day she said “baa baa” and Delilah said that she was saying “mama”. It was a long shot from mama because it sounded a little more like papa or dada. Smiling, I stared down at the ring around my finger, a platinum wedding band. I had proposed to Delilah when we celebrated our daughter's half-birthday as she turned six months old. I went down on my knee, prepared a whole speech, and cooked for my two princesses. It was the perfect night to pop the question, proposing to her with mama—Aurora's—ring
♕—Delilah Lorenzo loved his family alot... And that included us, the Costellos, and his other obnoxious brothers Scott and Marco, and god know who. The Cosa Nostra was his whole life—he wasn't kidding about that part but I still remembered what his brothers did to me when they threw me in a cell and how horrible they were but for Lorenzo, it was something to be anxious about. He wanted us all to get along. So here we were, at our home having dinner with the Costellos, Scott, and Marco. Aurora was in Lorenzo's lap as he rocked her, he was happy a man, as he had been for the last week. He didn't smile at all when I first met him but now after a week of us staying together, there hadn't been a moment where he hadn't smiled. And if he is with Aurora then it's all chaos in the house. I'm afraid of how she'll turn out when she gets older, Lorenzo had already brought her toy guns although she can't even sit right now. "So, when's the wedding?" Marco asked. I glanced at Lorenzo and he loo
♞—Lorenzo Delilah stilled, her body went rigid and Niko stopped too as they both stared at one another. He frowned, looking Delilah up and down before his gaze moved to me. "If this is your idea of a date then it's fucking ridiculous even for you, Lorenzo." I laughed, pulling Delilah close, "She wanted to see where I worked." Niko turned to her, "And how's that working out for you, Princess?" his tone was relaxed, he wasn't the one to dwell on our private relationships, and since Delilah was no more the daughter of the enemy, it was fine for him. Delilah glanced at me, her hazel eyes questioning as I nodded at her. She let out a relieved breath, her body relaxing, "So far, so good." A hint of a smile appeared on Niko's face before he turned to me, "Make sure to give your girlfriend the full Costello warehouse experience." I glanced at her, "Oh, I intend to..."She smiled, "I look forward to it." Niko laughed, shaking his head, "I'm gonna head home, take care of the rest." Niko
♕—Delilah Lorenzo and I sat at the edge of the yacht watching the sunrise with only white sheets wrapped around our bodies. I was sitting between his parted legs, my back to his chest. He had ordered a Charcuterie board, and we talked as he fed me a strawberry, I bit into it and then he propped the rest into his mouth. His other arm draped over my chest. I smiled, turning my head slightly towards him, "I think we should go home now to our daughter..." "Yeah," he nodded, "I miss my little angel too..." I watched the calming scenery before me, they had turned off the engine of the yacht while it float in the middle of nowhere, and the staff and crew knew better than to interrupt us, the perks of having a baby daddy that people are afraid of. "We should do this again as a family, you, me, and Aurora..." He kissed the side of my head, "Whenever you want...""Would you come with me to Onteros? To meet my mama and my brother. I really want them to meet you, to know you. I want them t
DISCLAIMER: This chapter contains adult language and content. It is not suitable for anyone under the age of 18. ♕—Delilah Somehow, I’d forgotten how big he was... I let my tongue linger across my lips before wrapping my hand around him from the base and tracing my fingers up. His abs quivered beneath my touch and I glanced up at him, my eyes smoldering with desire, and he responded with an intense gaze. My lips parted seductively as I leaned forward, succumbing to my desire as I softly pressed a kiss onto the tip of his cock. Staring up at him full of longing, my lashes splayed out like a mysterious, dark veil.He moaned in pleasure as I let my tongue slide down to his balls, causing him to tense his muscles in anticipation. He fisted my hair tightly and pressed his lips against the side of my head, his throaty whispers rumbling hotly in my ear, "Do not force me to take control, princess, because if I did, I'd fuck up that little mouth of yours..." I let out a low, sultry chuckl
♕—Delilah I inhaled sharply as Lorenzo's hand slid down my bare arm leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. My back was glued to his front, even the air could barely pass through from between us. His face nuzzled into my hair as he breathed me in. "Do you know what you smell like?" he asked huskily in my ear.I bit my bottom lip before asking, "What?" "You smell like home, comfort, and need..." I swallowed, letting out a sigh and then I felt his wine glass trailing down my other arm. Although it wasn't cold but still I shivered at the touch. My glass almost fell from my hand but I gripped it at the very last moment, clutching its neck in a death grip. Then I felt his teeth sinking into my neck as he harshly bit the skin between his teeth, pulling at it, nipping at it. I whimpered, my knees growing weak with each passing second. "Turn around..." he ordered and I did, facing him, looking up at him with eyes heavy-lidded eyes. I was gone already, I could feel the warmth and wet
♕—Delilah "If I didn't have arms," I giggled, nudging him with my shoulder, "could you still love me?" I have been teasing him with these silly questions for the last hour and he's been trying so hard to not let his frustration show, though I could tell by his forced smile that he was reaching his limits."Why wouldn't you have arms, Delilah?" he asked, keeping a smile on his face as we walked side by side, "I'd never let anything bad happen to your arms." I shrugged, "Well, I guess that's good to know. But what if something totally crazy happened and I woke up without any arms one day?" He chuckled, "That's completely crazy, but if it did happen, I'd still love you just the same." I nudged him, "Right, okay, but hypothetically speaking, if I suddenly had to go armless, would you still feel the same way?" He stopped walking and faced me, "Of course, I would. I'd still love you no matter what. Arms or no arms, you'll always be my one and only."I beamed at him before trying to thi
♕—Delilah "Oh my god, I'm so sorry—" the words got stuck in my throat as I looked at the man's face. The beautiful scarred face... Oh my god... Did he set this all up? I blinked, not saying another word as I looked up at him and he looked down at me. My gaze dropped to the unfortunate stain on his immaculate white shirt. "You ruined my shirt!" he snapped, and my eyes snapped back to his face. An involuntary smile crept up my lips no matter how hard I tried to suppress it. Oh my god, what do I do next? Lorenzo was fully into his character, it was so funny because I never thought I'd see him acting. He raised an eyebrow as if asking me to say something, so I did... shaking my head. "It was an accident!" I said to him, "And you just wasted my coffee. I have had such a bad night, my head hurts, I'm late to work and now I don't even have coffee!" "You burned my chest?" he snapped. My gaze darted between his chest and eyes, did I really burn his chest? The coffee was really hot, I