Issues

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"I fucked up Enzo." I say pacing back and forth in my sister's room, which I've locked myself in.

Yes I fucking locked myself in her room.

I think everybody is still downstairs but I don't know. "Hey, hey it's okay. Relax Amora, tell me what happened Word for Word." Enzo asks me.

"They were going to get me married off, Enzo!" I shout out, "and in anger, I may or may not have yelled out that I have a boyfriend." I say. There was a moment of silence between us both. "Can you come to pick me up?" I mumble. "Please?" I add on.

"I was already on my way when you called." Enzo says.

"What?" I say, confused.

"Open the front door, Amora." Lorenzo demands.

"Enzo are you fucking crazy! I told you to pick me up not to drop a fucking bomb!" I shout at him.

"Open the door, love." He says. I was hesitant to even unlock my sister's bedroom door. But as I finally do, I unlock it instantly, looking around thankfully there was no one there.

I quickly run downstairs and open the front door to spot Lorenzo up on his phone back into his pocket. "Let's just get out of here." I demand.

"Nope, not happening," he says, gently pushing me to the side so he's able to walk in.

"Fuck." I whisper under my breath before running after Enzo, by the time I got there he already had Ethan grabbed by the collar of his shirt.

"Enzo." I say.

"You're going to marry my Amora?" He spits out.

"My Amora?" He repeats himself before giving him a strong punch, causing a few gasps to leave their mouths.

'My Amora'

He could have just said 'Amora' but no. He used the word 'my' in front.

"Lorenzo!" I shout out. "Let's just go home." I add on. Lorenzo lets Ethan go, causing him to fall onto the floor.

Then Lorenzo faces my parents, "you don't deserve her as a daughter." He spits out. "Amora." He then later says. Turning around to face me. "If I were to give them 'strawberry' would you get mad?" Lorenzo asks me.

Strawberry is a keyword for 'Kill'.

I came up with the idea for a cover-up name other than say kill I thought he would say strawberry, and he stuck by that.

And since I'm deadly allergic to them- it makes sense, no?

And since he is a Mafia leader and he uses terms like these I wouldn't really want anyone else to figure it out?

"Lorenzo." I warn.

"Fine. How about just Ethan's family, would you be okay with that?" He asks me.

"Let's go home." I say.

"I'm leaving you with a warning. All of you" he says before taking a few steps forward and gently grabbing my hand to leave the house.