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
♕—Delilah I gasped, my heart hammering against my ribcage, "He buried him alive?" Lorenzo's gaze filled me with warmth as I locked eyes with his dark and inviting depths. I nestled closer into his lap, my finger dancing across the shape of his scar. Aching for more, I placed a sensual kiss upon the rough and rugged terrain of his skin, my stomach fluttering at the moment of contact.I gazed into his eyes, feeling tenderness and warmth radiating from them. I could never quite discern what he was feeling - was it amusement, or something else entirely? But there was something undeniably alluring about the mystery."Yes, he got an easy death. If I weren't so mad I would've made him suffer..." he told me as if we were talking about the weather. I ran my thumb along the contours of his cheekbone, "You did it all out of love for your family...""I don't know... maybe I always was a murderer, I think I always had the capacity for violence in me... and they merely triggered it."I sternly as
♕—Delilah Oh, so we're back to concocting our own adorable meet-cute story?"I was ready to give up on my day, with a headache and all, until you came up to me with a proposition for coffee. You cheekily asked me out by offering to buy me another one!""I'm pretty sure you bullied me into getting you a new cup of coffee!"I feigned shock, "No, I didn't but anyways we went to get coffee, and then you asked for my number." His hand ventured beneath my dress before it rose slowly up my back and ever so gently unfastened my bra from beneath my dress. I felt a delightful thrill of anticipation as I pressed myself closer to him.He gave a cheeky nod, "You sure were the one who initiated the conversation first after we exchanged numbers!"To which I smiled coyly and replied, "Oh, that was just me trying to thank you for the coffee you bought me!"He chuckled and added, "And, of course, that's when you asked me out for dinner!"I chuckled, "Yep, I'm a chef at one of the top restaurants in Ne
♕—Delilah Orgasm rocked me, I moaned in pleasure, arching my back as his touch didn't let up, sending me into an ebbing sensation of bliss. His tongue moved in circles around my clit before he sucked on it so hard, his fingers deep inside of me, my mind was in a blissful trance.I wasn't even over my high when his hand landed on my chest and he roughly yanked the neckline of my dress, yanking me into a sitting position, and before I could react, he began passionately assaulting me with his lips. I didn't even contemplate it, didn't waver, kissing him back impatiently and he smiled against my lips."Taste yourself, and tell me, my princess, how a man is not supposed to get addicted to this?" God, how can he make me feel so desirable after I've done so much wrong?We kissed each other once more before he unbuckled his belt. Oh, no, no, no, not here... "Lorenzo, let's go to our room first..." I whispered, clutching his shoulders before I slowly looked back at the portrait. He chuckle
♞—Lorenzo "Just shut up and fuck me..." She murmured softly before sealing her lips with mine, her whole being was a sultry intoxication.She leaned back, her gaze slowly trailing down my body, her lips widened in a seductive smile. Her silken nightdress clung to her curves, revealing her smooth thighs. The bandage around her hand incited a certain guilt within my chest."Did Reyna really do this?" She glanced at the bandage and shrugged, "She wants you..." I let out a dry breath, now I feel like fucking killing Reyna. My fingers caressed her knees as they slowly glided up her thighs, pausing ever so slightly just beneath the fabric of her dress. I leaned in, pressing my lips against hers in a gentle, yet intense kiss; her lips tasted of mint.My left hand nestled comfortably against her hip, savoring the feel of her softness, while my right stroked the area between her thighs, she wasn't wearing any underwear, my fingers slipping between her slick folds and I stroked her clit. S
♕—Delilah I woke up to an empty bed; he had likely already gone off to work. I sighed, sat up, and leaned against the headboard, looking around the silent room. Last night just broke my heart when we had that little argument. Why can't he see that I'm not worthy of his love? Why can't he understand how much I'm hurting him? How can someone forgive all the mistakes just because of how deeply they care for someone else?It will be wrong of me to again take him away from his family. I remember the immense sadness and heartache he had experienced when he had to abandon the Cosa Nostra and his brothers to be with me.I will be gone three days now and it all will be over for me... and for him. I wondered what would happen once I leave, what would Lorenzo do. He lived alone, maybe, he'd start fucking Reyna again. Whatever, she isn't the one filling the void in his chest, he said it was me. Whatever he had with Reyna could never compare to what we have and it never will with any other woman
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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