♕—Delilah I slowly opened my eyes and saw him standing over me, watching me with furrowed eyebrows. He heaved a sigh and shook his head before moving out of the room. I lay there, distressed and numb, for an eternity it felt like. My lifeless body felt like I had lost all the will to live.One hour. Two hours. Three hours. I finally got to my feet as I felt the need to use the bathroom. I stood up and the weight of the heavy iron ball finally settled on it. The chain was long, it's one end was perfectly secured on the wall beside the nightstand and the other end was welded onto the shackle on my ankle. I dragged myself to the bathroom and the weight of the ball made it difficult and painful. I blinked away the tears, taking deep breaths in and out. All the hope to run far away from here and start a new life vanished like they were never there. After I was done using the toilet, I washed my hands and made my way out of the bedroom. The chain was long enough for me to roam around
♕—Delilah I stared at him, fear gripped me. I shook my head from side to side. My heart began to hammer against my chest. My hair was still brutally tangled between his fingers, his long finger still trailing up and down my neck. "How?" I whispered a lone tear streaming down my cheek, "How do you know about him?"With a mocking frown, Lorenzo tilted his head to the side, his hand covering my entire neck now, his fingers digging into its sides, "Do you take us for idiots? You lied to me about that too, didn't you, Delilah? You told me that your little stable boy was executed before your wedding ceremony but for the past week, he's the one you kept calling, he is the one who told you to take a bus to Brooklyn, I even know the name of the motel where he was supposed to pick you up." I furrowed my eyebrows, my eyes burning with unshed tears, "You said you won't listen—""I didn't!" he snapped coldly, "I never lie, I told you that, Delilah. Niko handed over your broken phone to Alessand
♕—Delilah The words got stuck in my throat as Lorenzo was over me in a second, holding me down on the bed with his hand curled around my neck as if he was about to strangle me to death—even in the dark, I could see him seething with rage. He hovered over me, pressing my body into the bed, his menacing aura enveloped me. He leaned closer and closer until our noses touched, "I have never forced you into anything, don't you dare fucking insinuate that I assaulted you in any way." I kept pushing him away from me but to no avail. "You still did it! Every single time I was with you! It was not consensual!"His power was infuriating. His biceps bulged, appearing monstrous in the dark. I attempted to kick him between his legs, yet he was one step ahead of me as he trapped both of my legs between his. His big hand gripped both of my wrists and pinned them above my head while his other hand trailed down my body, ripping the t-shirt from the middle. My eyes flashed with rage as I pushed and
Lorenzo - Fourteen Years Old "How was school today?" Aurora asked as soon as Lorenzo stepped into their home. He gave her a big, bright smile, "It was perfect!" he exclaimed. Lorenzo revelled in the last two years of his life, which he deemed as the happiest ever. He was amazed at how wonderful life could be and actively took advantage of all its possibilities. He delighted in learning how to read and write and even enjoyed helping Aurora with chores around the house. In his free time, he was more than happy to babysit the children from the neighboring houses.He went straight to the kitchen where Aurora was baking cookies and started to help her out with the ingredients. They made small talk, and Lorenzo told her about everything new he learned. After getting him out of the orphanage, Aurora fought hard to adopt Lorenzo. She worked day and night to be the model adoptive parent. Aurora's parents had left her more than enough, so she opened up a small bakery, and her little busines
♞—Lorenzo Niko had mustered up a dozen of his men, along with their hounds, to safeguard my home; he had done so not for me, rather for Delilah, making sure that she wouldn't attempt to flee once more. His lack of faith in me had become evidently clear; he no longer trusted me to manage Delilah. It left me feeling somewhat discordant. He was still allowing her to stay with me, and I couldn't comprehend why; he could have removed her from me, and locked her in a prison cell so that I would never have to look upon her deceitful face again.I judged her too soon and thought she was as beautiful on the inside as she was on the outside. I wasn't going to force her to stay with me but all she had to do was be honest. No excuses, no lies, no means to manipulate me into believing that she truly wanted this. She fucking sold herself to me, she didn't have any respect for herself, not a trace of conscience when it came to reaching her ambitions.I had no right to judge anyone since I'm a murd
♕—Delilah I dreaded thinking about it... about what is going to become of me or what lies ahead of me, and what my future holds. Desperately trying to keep my tears at bay, I am left with a sinking emptiness as my only companion within this despondent world. Struggling to come to terms with the truth that the captor who holds me prisoner is the only person I have, is an unbearable reality.I watched as the men now patrolled the front gates, the hounds barking restlessly day and night. Sometimes I wonder what if I never tried to run away and stayed here with Lorenzo, but how could I fall for such a person? How could I learn to love my captor? The answer is, I can't... He is not an easy person to love...There was not even a sliver of compassion in him... It was all in my head to think he cared enough that he won't hurt me. He is a merciless beast and he doesn't have any emotion. I kept trying to erase from my memory the brutality he could unleash. How little regard he had for the
♕—Delilah Lorenzo looked up at the sky, "I don't think I can be your friend, Delilah..." "Why?" He shook his head, "Because I can't..."I frowned, "Why not?" He sighed, "Because what I feel for you is stronger than friendship..." I observed him, his shoulders drooping and his gaze imploringly seeking me out, I was shocked to think that Lorenzo could be as confined as me. Could it be that he was unable to find an escape route? Could it be that, while I desperately tried to free myself, he was struggling to hold on to me because he was desperate for my presence? Suddenly, it dawned on me that maybe the one who was really captive was the one who was in the chains all along.My mind was completely taken aback. For the first time, I was able to truly comprehend the magnitude of his flaws, something I had previously swept aside. It was as if I had been struck with a sudden epiphany, and I gazed in awe at him.Lorenzo couldn't be serious - did he really just accept that he had deeper fe
♕—Delilah I shut my eyes tight, trying to stifle the tenth wave of tears that had taken over me today. I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that Lorenzo had confessed his feeling for me last night. What was he trying to do? How did it get so messed up? I have been in a state of internal conflict over the range of emotions I have experienced in the past week. Lorenzo Vitelli told me he loved me, he really did say that. Was he even capable of love? Did he even know what it meant? Did he even understand the true meaning of these seemingly simple three words?A day before he was telling his boss to get me out of his house—as if he couldn't bear to stay in the same space as me—and the very next day, he said that he loved me.I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. My hand dropped back to my sides and I gripped the edge of the bed, clutching it as if my life depends on it. Lorenzo didn't come to bed last night, he must have slept in his study like he does whenever he is upse
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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