•Lorenzo - Fourteen Years Old•They never talked about what happened that night... The night Tomasso and his friend broke into their home, dragged them out of their beds and he had his way with Aurora right in front of him. After they were done with Aurora they beat Lorenzo up black and blue before finally leaving their house. After that Aurora locked herself in her bedroom for a whole night. Without taking into consideration his own wounds and agony, he tried to reach out to her, unwaveringly staying outside her door, all through the night. He knew what Tomasso and his friends had done to Aurora, he understood. He had vague memories of his stepfather doing the same thing to his mother. He was ashamed and heartbroken that he couldn't do anything to save his mother back then and now he couldn't do anything to save Aurora. Lorenzo's heart was broken, and he wept all night long, tears streaming down his cheeks. They had been so blissful, his family was perfect, just Aurora had him. An
•Lorenzo - Fourteen Years Old•AFTER THREE MONTHS had passed, Aurora had managed to save enough money to be able to relocate to another country.They chose to not dwell on what had happened, and their lives quickly returned to normal. Lorenzo resumed his daily routine of attending school and later making bakery deliveries, and Aurora filled her days with baking and working at the bakery.Something in Aurora had changed, she became withdrawn from almost everyone but Lorenzo. She stopped going out, she stopped talking to her friends, and she even stopped going to church. The church was her life. Lorenzo was always worried for her and all the pent-up anguish had fomented into an implacable vengeance. He was counting down the days until he could exact retribution upon Tomasso.Lorenzo had a vengeful determination towards Tomasso; he made a passionate vow to himself to make Tomasso suffer for what he did to his Aurora. Even as Aurora had given up on her desire for retribution, Lorenzo was
♕—Delilah I awoke to a deafening stillness and an empty bed. I idly turned to my side, catching sight of the hopelessly crumpled sheets that served as a reminder of Lorenzo's comforting presence. I inhaled deeply, hoping to catch a trace of his familiar scent, but all I could detect was the painful reminder of a time when I was able to delude myself into believing that I am solely attracted to him because of my plan.I flung the duvet aside and pushed to my feet. I made my way to the bathroom and brushed my teeth before turning the shower on, and setting it to hot. I rested my head against the wall as the hot water poured off my body. I hate this... I used Lorenzo's soap, his shampoo, and everything I had been using since I got here. I smelled like him all the time, if that wasn't the most painful reminder of what I had done then I don't know what was. I really thought it'd be easy making someone like him fall in love and then ditch him but, boy was I wrong...He was the one who
♕—Delilah "Reyna?" his deep voice rang out in the foyer. "Mr. Vitelli, please, please, I didn't do anything, I swear on my life!" Reyna begged him as she faced him, I squeezed my eyes shut before releasing a sigh. She was good at faking things, she could easily get out of my hold if she wanted to fight back but she was playing the victim here. I dropped my hold on her arm as I abruptly came to a halt, glaring at Lorenzo with a fiery rage, "Why did you bring her here when I specifically said I didn't want her here?!" Averting my gaze, I held my injured hand close to my chest.Lorenzo's eyes dropped to my bloodied hand, and a cold mask of indifference covered his features before he slanted a look in Reyna's direction, "What happened?" "Ms. Delilah was cutting the vegetables and I accidentally tripped bumping into her as I tried to balance my feet. The knife cut into her hand and now she is blaming me for it. I swear on my life, Mr. Vitelli, I apologized. It wasn't my intention to d
♕—Delilah I kept staring at the bandage, I don't what was happening to me. It annoys me when he gives me attention but it also annoys me when he doesn't. I don't know what I felt when he took Reyna's side over me. I wanted to scream out, slap her or him, and throw a tantrum but instead, I cried and ran from the scene like a coward. I'm not a coward... »Does he know that you're strong and resilient and brave?«I remembered what he said about me... Strong, resilient, and brave...I'm strong, resilient, and brave...I wonder what Jack thinks of me when he sees me. Does Jack think I'm strong and brave? Does Jack know that I scratch my face a lot when I'm nervous? I didn't even know that Lorenzo had noticed all these little things about me. Did Jack too notice everything? I sighed as I looked out the window, I was sitting on the window sill watching one of the men who are always patrolling the gates feeding the vicious hounds. A fond memory of Lorenzo and I came flooding back to me a
♕—Delilah "The woman in the portrait isn't just anyone; she was the one who had taken me in when the entire world had forsaken me." Panic suddenly overwhelmed me as I realized that woman must have been his adoptive mother. How could I be so stupid? I had said so many awful things to him about her - that he must be the one who killed her, that maybe she was his first girlfriend, and so on. I was so terribly ashamed of myself. Oh my god, I really am a horrible person. I swallowed, staring at the side of my face, "I'm sorry..." I whispered. "Aurora Vitelli, her name is Aurora Vitelli." I could feel the love and respect he had for her just by the way he said her name. I hesitantly placed my hand over his resting on the table, I gave it a squeeze and saw as his eyes went to it. He let me hold his hand for a few minutes before he shook it off and stood up, I stood up as well, "Lorenzo..." He didn't give me a chance to say anything and went straight to his study. I felt an overwhelming
♕—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
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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