"The Mafia Boss and His Angel"
Valentina Vernández is an pure perfection. She has brown wavy hair, juicy plump lips, marvelous body. Although her life isn't devine as it seems to be.
Lorenzo Martino is an sexy mysterious Italian. He has everything...
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As soon as the door closed behind Lorenzo I got out of bed and tiptoed over to the dresser where I had left my purse. I won't let fear take over me again.
I don't want to be in the same situation I was in when Giovanni detained me. Most people would probably think I was ridiculous because I thought Marcelo would hurt me.
My intuition tells me that it can end up badly. From the beginning when I first met him, he seemed to be strange towards me. I always felt his eyes on me, right now I'm left home alone with him.
I don't know what to expect from him, nonetheless maybe it's all just he's only doing it to scare me. I don't know anymore, my life has never been so demanding and though. Just a few months ago I was living in my monotonous life and today I feel like I was in some story written by an emotionally fucked up teenager.
This time I'll be better prepared. I opened my golden purse and took out a small gun. I don't know much about weapons, however when Lorenzo was away for three days. I went to the shooting range a few times, where I learned the basics of using it.
I asked Rocco for help, nevertheless he was very steptical at first and he didn't concur. He told me if Lorenzo found out about it, he would cut off his balls and kill him at the same time. I miraculously convinced him and he finally agreed to take me there.
He was impressed with how well I was doing, it was evident that it made an impression on him. I astounded myself since I thought it was more unaccommodating. I know that I'm not a professional like them yet, but I think with small steps I'll be in the right place.
Lorenzo didn't know that I went to this lessons, yet that didn't stop me from getting a gun. I just made sure it was charged and tucked it behind the elastic of my pants, covering it with a hoodie.
Life has taught me to be wary, and honestly I've reason to do so. Marcelo is a predator, he has no feelings and if he has any, he shows none. I don't believe him and don't trust him. It's hard to read anything from his face or even his behavior.
His mere presence in this house makes my heart palpitate, even though there is security nearby. I went back to bed and sank heavily on the mattress, praying that Lorenzo would sort things out as soon as possible and come back to me.
I had no intention of stepping over the bedroom threshold, even if it was on fire. I closed my eyes and plunged into my thoughts. A soft noise outside the door distracted me from the dangerous areas of my mind.
I tensed up and felt nauseous at the thought of who was probably at the door. It's not one hundred percent Lorenzo, he wouldn't be back that soon.
Maybe if I don't answer and pretend I'm asleep, he'll go away and leave me alone. To my displeasure, it didn't. The door handle moved and the door opened with a soft creak.
Fuck, take it easy girl. It's easy to say, harder to do.
My body was trembling. The senses went crazy. My eyes were closed, and the inability to look back stimulated my other senses to act. I reacted to every sound, every little stimulus. I heard the soft closing of the door. Maybe I'd have breathed a sigh of relief if I hadn't heard footsteps approaching.
