♕—Delilah I ate the breakfast Giulia had made for me and then spent the next fifteen minutes setting up the cell phone Lorenzo had given me. I saved my mama's number, it was a cell phone that papa didn't know anything about—it was given to mama by my maternal grandmother; Queen Athena. I came back out to the living room and noticed Lorenzo sitting in the same spot, he was smoking a cigar and staring mindlessly at the ceiling. Frowning, I peered at the wall clock and noticed that it was well beyond the time he usually left for work. What was the reason for his delay today? I had to talk to mama and I couldn't do that with Lorenzo constantly hovering around me."You're still here?" I asked, making my way to the couch opposite him. His dark eyes pierced me as he lodged the cigar between his lips, sending out smoke that made him look even more attractive."You don't want me here?" he asked, in that emotionless, monotone voice. I gave my head a subtle shake, "No, it's just you're neve
♕—Delilah "I remember the last time we went out for ice cream and what you did after..." I shuddered at the memory as we stepped out of the same ice cream shop, arm in arm. Lorenzo spent the day showing me around New York City. He had plenty of time on his hands as Nikolai Costello had kicked him out. I don't know if it was permanent but I'm sure he will probably go back to him once I leave. Lorenzo bent down and kissed me and I let him, parting my lips for me. He pulled back, licking his lips. "Chocolate ice cream tastes way better on your tongue." I smiled but when my eyes fell on the people in front of me, I froze. My insides twisted with fear, and I took an instinctive step back. Lorenzo frowned before he followed my gaze and I could feel how his whole body tensed up too, his muscles went rock hard under my touch. "Niko..." his voice inaudible. Nikolai Costello stood there with a deep, menacing scowl on his face as his eyes darted between me and Lorenzo. "So, you're not onl
Lorenzo - Twelve Years Old Aurora sighed as she saw him bleeding from the head, she held his hand and made him sit in her chair as she went to get the first aid box. She came back with one and crouched down before him, "Why don't you fight back, Lorenzo? I can't be everywhere to protect you. You have to learn how to protect yourself." Lorenzo couldn't feel much pain, his body had grown used to it by now. He understood pain because that's all he had seen since the day he was born. What he didn't understand that how he stopped feeling it. His head was bleeding but he could barely feel it. "Tommaso is seventeen now, it's only a year left then he will go away..." Aurora cleaned the blood, shaking her head. "Today it's Tommaso and tomorrow it will be someone else. You need to learn to protect yourself, Lorenzo. It doesn't matter who your bully is, you need to learn how to stand your ground against anyone who is unkind, cruel, and treats people with brutality." Lorenzo dropped his eye
♕—Delilah I was thrilled and scared that Jack was coming to New York. He's going to take me away from this place - away from Papa, Alexander, and Lorenzo.It had been a week since Lorenzo had given me this phone and Jack and I had talked. He hadn't been listening to my calls. One thing I have got to know about him is that he never lies about anything. He isn't even ashamed to admit his mistake, he always accepts whenever he is wrong about something. He told me he doesn't like to lie and I feel like I'm the world's most horrible person to lie to him again and again. And to do this to him...I looked down at my hand—Rohypnol. A little dose of it could knock out a man as big as Lorenzo for hours. Even though I was desperate for sleep, I was determined not to let it beat me this week. I pretended to be an insomniac and managed to stay up all night, leading to a considerable amount of weight loss. My eyes were heavy with exhaustion and dark circles had developed under my eyes, making i
♕—Delilah I was scared, my heart drummed against my chest but reminded myself that Lorenzo cares for me a lot and there was no reason to fear. He'd understand, wouldn't he? I'm probably doing him a favor, he can go back to his old life. For him, everything will be just the way it was before he met me. I felt him peppering little kisses along the back of my neck, without hesitation, and with little effort, Lorenzo picked me up into his arms, taking me to his bedroom. He lightly put me on the bed, and I let him, as he began to slip off my clothes, I felt my fear rise but I let him. His hand gently skimmed across my exposed skin, and though I felt scared, I still allowed him.He stood at the foot of the bed, gazing down at me, my body exposed and vulnerable. His voice was soft yet strained as he spoke, "What has you so afraid, Delilah, do you not want me to?"Lorenzo was a monster, a devil in a man's clothing, a psychopath, and a cold-blooded murderer but he never deliberately hurt me
♕—Delilah I gazed at him as he lay down beside me, his eyelids drooping as the effects of the drug began to take hold. I propped up on my elbows, "Lorenzo?" I whispered. "Hmm?" he whispered back, losing consciousness slowly and painstakingly low. I have already given him a higher dose than normal, I hope it won't have any side effects on him. I feel bad that I have to put him through this; I got up and covered his body with the blanket.I saw his cum sliding down my body as I made my way to the bathroom, I turned on the shower and washed him, his touch, his feeling, his fragrance - everything off myself. I scurried away to the closet and hastily put on black tights with Lorenzo's black oversized t-shirt. My hair was still wet from the shower, I tied them up in a rough bun before making my way back to Lorenzo. I nervously grabbed his suit jacket off the edge of the bed, anxious to see if I could find any money that might help me escape. I was desperate and scared as I rummaged th
♕—Delilah My heart was pounding in my chest as I thought about how long it's been since I left Lorenzo's place to run away and ended up here in the same cell where Nikolai Costello first threw me in; I'm sure Lorenzo awake now, no longer under the influence of the drug. I'm scared to even think about what he might do to me once they tell him. I sat in the corner with my arms wrapped around myself. I was still wearing his t-shirt. His scent was all over me, and my eyes burned with tears but I didn't cry. Only a few people have seen me cry—mama, Jack, and now Lorenzo. I hadn't cried in front of anyone else not even in front of my papa because for me crying meant I was at my weakest, where I was most vulnerable and not everyone in your life deserves to see you at your weakest. The door unlocked and my head snapped to it, my defenses going up. I glared at the door as it opened to reveal Nikolai Costello and the rest of his gang except for Lorenzo - the only one I wanted to see because
♕—Delilah But before stepping out, Nikolai stopped and turned to look at me, "I'll send him in now..." Terror washed over me, raising the fine hairs on the back of my neck. I slowly stood up, my back pressed against the wall. I swallowed as my throat dried up, and my hands were shaking, my legs were trembling as I tried to breathe in and out. I cowered and averted my gaze to the floor as the door swung open again, and Lorenzo entered. I could sense it was him; his scent was unmistakable. I didn't dare to look in his direction, Every fiber of my being was tense, fearing his presence in the room with me.A paralyzing fear filled the air. I couldn't tear my gaze away from the floor until his polished shoes appeared in front of me, he was here, so close to me. I felt like my legs would collapse underneath me and I die right here, right now. A wave of fear surged through me as I felt his hand suddenly come to rest on the back of my neck, a frightened whimper escaped me as his grip tigh
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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