♕—Delilah I woke up curled up into a warm, hard body. I hummed in comfort, I have never slept in any man's arms before. It was nice, I felt protected and cared for. For a few moments, I lay still and relished the fact of how good his body felt pressed against mine. If Lorenzo's body could feel so good, I could only imagine how peaceful it would be to sleep in Jack's arms. I have never done that, haven't spent a night in his arms but I'd like to... I'd really, really like to.I slowly slid out of his warmth and he turned on his stomach. He was in deep sleep, I don't think I had seen Lorenzo sleep like this before.He seemed relaxed, his face looked so peaceful. I smiled and brushed his dark locks away from his forehead, I grazed my knuckles against his rough skin and leaned over, and placed a kiss on his cheek. The second my lips met with his warm skin, I stilled; the realization of my action dawned on me. What the hell was I doing? I just saw this man ripping out someone's throat
♕—DelilahI made egg benedict for us, it was a very New York-ly breakfast. I readied the table and went back to the room to see if Lorenzo had finished showering. He wasn't in the shower, so I walked to the closet and saw his back towards me. He only had a towel around his waist as he pulled out a fresh suit from the rack. "Breakfast's ready!" I exclaimed happily. Sometimes it feels like I'm not even acting and it scares me. He turned to look at me, a hint of a smile on his face. I walked in and took out a matching tie. Lorenzo dropped the towel, wearing fresh boxers short before he put on his suit. I made my way to him with the tie in my hand and wrapped it around his collar, working on the knot. He just watched me while I deftly tied the perfect knot. "My shirt looks good on you..." he spoke for the first time and I smiled, a sense of shyness crept up. I gave my head a shake, "It looked more comfortable than my clothes, so I wore it. You don't mind, do you?" Lorenzo tucked my
♕—Delilah "We were going shopping so I thought I'd take you along. You must be getting so bored!" Evangeline said as she walked into the house. My gaze went to Lorenzo in a questioning manner but he was staring at her with a faint smile. Evangeline walked to him and engulfed him in a hug, wrapping her arms around Lorenzo's body. What surprised me was the way Lorenzo hugged her back. I furrowed my eyebrows, he didn't hug me back this morning; he kept his arms by his sides. Evangeline pulled back and whispered something to him to which he laughed... Lorenzo Vitelli laughed. I blinked watching them exchange words. I know I shouldn't feel jealous because what Lorenzo does in his life is none of my concern and he had told me multiple times that Evangeline was like his little sister but a certain bitterness bit into my chest. Whoever Lorenzo was, he was good to the women he cared about. He cared for Evangeline and he wasn't afraid to show it. He didn't care if it made him look less dan
Lorenzo - Nine Years Old. "Mama?" he shook her body, she was sleeping in the middle of the living room. What a weird place to fall asleep, he thought in his little mind. Lorenzo couldn't understand why she was sleeping there. He nudged her again and again asking her to get up, to wake up. Lorenzo brushed her hair away from her face, he got closer to her face but all he felt was coldness. Lorenzo frowned, his mother had never been this cold, whenever he hugged her he felt like he was wrapped in the world's warmest blanket but now she was nothing but cold. Lorenzo took off his jacket and placed it over his mother's body, "You're cold..." he said to her, "Are you sick?" She still didn't say a word, she still move. Lorenzo couldn't help but feel that something was wrong. He was a nine-year-old boy but he knew about life and death. He knew what it meant. He shook himself out of it, no, his mama was just sleeping. "Renzo?" came the voice of his six-year-old little brother Rocco, "What
♕—Delilah "I told them everything about us..." I said to him the second I got home, I told Evangeline and Bianca to keep it a secret and not tell their husbands and they swore on their lives that they won't. For some reason, I trust them. They both were nothing but supportive, they were so happy for Lorenzo that I felt bad for lying about some parts—the parts where I said I cared deeply for Lorenzo and would do anything for him. They thought I loved him... "You did what?" Lorenzo's voice was a low growl. "I told them about us and told them to keep it a secret and they will, I trust them." He frowned as of he was trying hard to understand what I said, "Why? Why would you tell them?" "Because..." "Because?" "Because they were saying bad stuff about you!" His face twisted with confusion, "Bad stuff?" I sighed, "We went to the spa and the lady told me to take off my clothes and wrap a towel around myself and I did..." "Okay...?" I gave him a wide eye look, "I took off my clot
♞—Lorenzo Delilah looked at me with something I couldn't understand, maybe, she was grateful because I took the collar off. I had no idea why I had done that. It just felt right. If she is here to stay then this isn't how I wanted to treat her. I didn't want to make her feel like a dog on a leash. If I see a future with Delilah, I have to put a little trust in her. "Take it off..." I said to her. She nodded before she held the hem of my t-shirt on her and pulled it off her body. She thinks she has to do it because I took off the collar but I wasn't even thinking about that anymore. I just wanted her at the moment. "All of it..." Her lips parted ever so slightly, I helped her slip out of her tights along with her underwear, and then she unclasped her bra and removed every single piece of clothing from her body... for me. This woman had so much confidence in me that she felt comfortable taking off all her clothes; she trusted me with herself, her nakedness, and her body. Could I
•Lorenzo - Ten Years Old•A kick to his stomach. "Freak!" A kick on his back. "Weirdo!" Another kid crouched down beside him landing a brutal blow to the side of his face. "You should die!" Then they all started to chant that word as they repeatedly kicked him. “DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE!" Lorenzo took the beating, his bullies were older and stronger. He was no match for them, whenever he tried to fight back, those kids would make it ten times worse for him, so, he just gave up. He silently took the beatings, and silently cried, not letting anyone see his pain. He missed his mama, he missed Rocco, and he even missed his papa. He wished that his papa would come back for him one day. He knew that he was lying, Dario was his real father. He was the only father he had known. A tear dropped to the floor as the pain in his body got too much. "Look, he's crying!" one of them laughed, Lorenzo knew that voice. It belonged to Tommaso—the head of his bullies. He was the most violent and ruthles
♞—Lorenzo I sat over the man and stabbed the knife into his throat, his heart, all over his chest. The blood gushed out but I didn't care. I kept stabbing and stabbing and stabbing but I still couldn't find the fucking reprieve I was hoping for. The torture cells were my sanctuary, this is where I let my soul thrive. This is where I could fully release my emotions and feel unrestricted. The dank, oppressive atmosphere was my only reprieve, where I could express my indignity and anguish. This was the place where I could let my inner darkness take over, my most vile desires unleashed without inhibition. This is where I let loose my demons, my inner monsters and let them roam free; allowing them to maraud without limit.I plunged the knife into the middle of his throat and dragged the knife back down to his navel, watching how perfectly his skin split and more blood leaked out, completely draining his body of it. "Great, psycho Lorenzo is on the loose and he just killed Alexander's ri
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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