Eres Mía

~ 31 ~

It had been three weeks. Three weeks of intense training, three weeks of bonding and three weeks since the Mexican mafia joined us to fight the war against Hernandez and Mozorov.

The majority of us weren't nervous about what was going to happen but we couldn't help the fact that some of us were scared.

As well as that, Lorenzo and I had started to spend more time together. Everyday, he and I would end up going somewhere or doing something in the house and I realised that I was falling for him. Slowly, but surely.

Just as we had finished lunch and cleared our plates, Papa and Lorenzo walked in.

"We have found a location. After days of searching, a location has been found as to where Mozorov is. We go there tonight. It's time for us to end it all." Papa announced.

People clapped and dispersed out of the room, preparing themselves for what was going to happen.

Just as I stepped towards the training room, two hands grabbed me and pulled me into a room.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Dios mio, if one more person pulls me into a room from behind: I'm going to punch them in the face." I replied, shaking my head at Enzo.

"What? Never mind. Where are you going?"

"Training room, why?"

"You've been training almost every day when you aren't with me. You need some rest. Come with me, we can go somewhere."

"But-"

He placed his finger on my lips and shushed me, his other hand wrapping around my throat but not hard enough to choke me.

He leaned towards me and whispered in my ear.

"But nothing amore. Let's go."

Slipping his hand from my throat to my hand, he placed a kiss on my cheek then led me out of the house.
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The drive to the secret location was filled with music and discussion.

When the car stopped, I got out and saw miles and miles of grass fields. They were dotted with all kinds of flowers; daisies, buttercups, dandelions.

A hand grabbed mine and intertwined our fingers together. Lorenzo stood next
to me, his eyes glossy.

Without a word, he led me deep into the field and we sat together as the flowers around us swayed in the wind.

He put his head in my lap and stared at the sky, his fingers tracing the lines on my palm.

My mind was telling me that this place had some importance in his heart. And I was right.

"I was around six when mi madre passed away."

Then it hit me; he was opening up.

"She was such a beautiful woman; I just know she would've loved you. She was smart, kind and caring. But my father... he ruined her. Like he ruined me, he ruined her too. It was the night of the Mafia Ball. I went downstairs in search for water because I told Mama I didn't need a bottle by the side of my bed."