♕—Delilah I wore an emerald green dress, combed my hair down, and put on some light makeup. I was going to dinner with my captor at his boss's wife's house. The same boss who was pulling all the strings and is scary as hell! Lorenzo was dressed up in his usual attire, his dark hair was perfectly tousled—just the way I liked it. He wasn't dressed for dinner, he said he'd leave me at her home and then he had to go to the club with Nikolai Costello. I swiped the brush against my cheek, putting on a blush. I saw Lorenzo watching me through the mirror, he didn't blink or look away, not even for a second. Then I heard a click and the collar on my neck unlocked, for a second I couldn't believe that it happened but then Lorenzo made his way to me and took the collar off my neck. "Cover up the bruises..." he ordered me. I nodded and grabbed the concealer. I started to dab it all around my neck over the marks the collar left and also the marks Lorenzo left. "Delilah, no words of this to
♕—Delilah "Your boss hates me..." I whispered as Lorenzo drove back home. "He doesn't hate you, he just doesn't trust you around his wife and child. He is protective of them and thinks you might hurt Evangeline." I frowned, "Hurt her? Why would I hurt her?" Lorenzo didn't say anything, he just gave his head a shake and took a sharp turn. It wasn't the way to his home. I had been trying to learn directions, I needed it in case I get an opportunity to... I have no idea how much power Nikolai Costello has over New York City, if I take that step I need to be really careful and attentive. I didn't ask Lorenzo where were we going because I didn't want him to know that I knew the directions. He stopped outside an ice cream shop and parked the car. A smile formed over my lips, I cast a glance at Lorenzo before we both stepped out of the car. I looked around, I could run away right now. I didn't have a collar around my neck, I could slip out of my shoes and run as fast as I could but I
♞—Lorenzo Fulfillment, it's a feeling I have never experienced before. I kept staring up at the ceiling, feeling an unfamiliar warmth spreading through my body. I had no plans to keep the girl beside me for myself. I know by doing this I was going against everyone I cared about. I was going against my brother, the man who saved me when no one else did. The man who brought me out of the cage I lived in and gave me life. But I just couldn't find in myself to give her up. I looked to my side and saw Delilah's sleeping form. She was in deep sleep, her hands curled at her sides. Her hair spread out on the pillow behind her, the blond locks hid half of her face. I could feel the warmth of her body seeping into mine—never slept with a woman in the same bed. She was a nice little soft thing to hold when asleep. I stared at her for a long time and as I did, I thought of a girl, the one that I was never able to save. The torture of my own thoughts returned with full force, mocking me, and
♕—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
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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