Raw Love Vol. I

Part 48

Lorenzo's POV

I hit my hand down on my desk with frustration. Why was it that whenever things started going smoothly again, some type of shit always ruins it. 

Not only am I annoyed with Rissa for not listening and pushing me way to far, but I'm also annoyed with myself. I should have had enough self-control to deescalate the situation and not make everything worse. It's just that whenever I'm with her, I seem to lose my vigilance.

I then heard a loud and obnoxious knock on my door. If I recall correctly, I strictly told my bothers to leave me the fuck alone, so I could only wonder who the hell this was.

"What?" I yelled as I ran my fingers through my hair impatiently.

As soon as they heard my voice, the door opened an in came Klarissa's father. Great.

An exasperated sigh escaped my lips as I looked at this man in front of me.

"How are you Lorenzo?" he asked. At first I was a little taken back by his failure to use formalities, such as Mr or Don. I don't really mind, but it just took me off guard.

"I hope you don't mind that I used your first name. Personally, I just think that we are a little past the whole mafia hierarchy." he said as he came to sit in front of me. 

"Sure, Tristan, I don't mind. But what could a man like myself do for you this lovely morning. Will it be business or leisure?" I asked with sarcasm in my voice. For the day that I've already had, I'm hoping that it will just be business.

"Both." he growled as he looked me dead in the eye. I got to give it to him, most people are too afraid of me to be looking at me like he is now. Not only do I find it a little funny, but he also earned himself a little respect.

"Alright, go ahead." I said as I leaned back in my office chair. Oh how I know I'm about to be in some trouble.

"First off, I want to discuss the matters of Alison." he said as crossed his legs.

I gave him a confused look and wondered why he was asking about her. She is my prisoner, which means I get to control what happens to her.

"You know, the one in your basement?" he asked me with annoyance.

"I'm aware of who you are talking about. But you don't need to worry about it, I've already dealt with her." I said plainly.

"And what did you decide?" he pressed.

Damn! Why is he all in my business. Just because I'm sleeping with your daughter that doesn't give you the right to be informed about my business.

"Well.." I started to explain. "I'm using her to send a message. I decided to send the message the old fashion way though." 

Back during my fathers time, the Italians were know to use sexual punishment. We found it to be the most effective and the fastest way to force others into submission.

I watched as Tristians eyes grew large with anger and realization.

"A woman is getting gang raped by your hand! How am I supposed to trust you with my daughter when it's obvious that you have no respect for women!" he yelled with anger.