Eres Mía

~ 29 ~

I woke up to the sun shining in my eyes, regretting my bad habit of leaving them open or closed due to my mood.

I stretched my arms out and attempted to sit up when an arm snaked around my waist and pulled me back to the bed.

"Stop... moving."

I felt him place a kiss on the back of my neck and slowly placed feather-like kisses all around.

He placed one final kiss on my shoulder, then became motionless.

I relaxed my body again and reached out for my phone.

It was nine in the morning.

"Enzo, I have to get up." I explained.

"Get up later." He grumbled.

"Lorenzo."

"Fine, where are you going?"

"Bathroom." I replied.

He mumbled something that I didn't catch, then let me go.

I went to the bathroom with clothes and a towel in my hands and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked well rested and the bags under my eyes were slowly disappearing.

I took a shower and washed my hair, the scent of lavender filling the room.

When I was finished, I changed into an oversized t-shirt and some sweatpants then dried my hair.

I decided to leave it out and parted in the middle, then left the bathroom to see Lorenzo sitting up with his back resting against the headboard.

I went to him and placed a kiss on his cheek, his hands cupping my face.

"I have some work to do for your Papa; you want to come with me?" he asked me.

"Sure, get changed and come downstairs. I'll make you something to eat."
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Once breakfast was eaten and details were spilled about our date, Lorenzo and I were going to the club.

Apparently, someone had stolen some things from it and they had found the culprit.

We stepped into the office where we saw a man sitting on a chair.

Well, tied up to the chair.

Enzo handed me a folder and I opened it to see an informational page about the man in front of us.

I raised my eyebrows in shock.

I knew I recognised this guy.

"Carlos Santos. Second in command to the second largest mafia in Mexico. Your leader died a few days ago in an assassination so in an attempt to regain the money that the Italians took, you tried to rob this club. I have to say, the beard doesn't suit you." I said, my eyes noticing the small fidgeting movements he made.

"Que te jodan tu puta." He seethed.
[translation: fuck you, you whore.]

"Oh, you want to do this in your mother tongue? Okay; Eres un hombre estúpido y  te voy a matar. Además, diría 'anda y muérete en un agujero' pero quiero matarte ahora." I smiled at him and tilted my head to the side a bit whilst his eyes widened slightly.
[you are a stupid man and i am going to kill you. Also i would say 'go die in a hole' but i want to kill you now.]

Enzo let out a laugh and tried to contain it as well as he could.

After collecting himself, he began questioning Carlos.

Carlos had stolen money and booze bottles so he could resell them.

"You're in here for petty theft. Was it really necessary for you to do that?" Enzo asked.