Ángel

18]Splash

*One month later*
Lea's POV

It took one month, ONE MONTH! But finally Scott gave up some important information, well more like Lorenzo beat the shit out of him for the information. Oh well, we got what we wanted. When Alejandro and I found out, of course we had to celebrate. So we went out clubbing with Carmen, (even though we have no idea what Scott has said) we take any excuse to party. Although the pounding in my head is making me second guess my decision to take those tequila shots.

Sunlight beams through the window lighting up my room, I groan as I slowly lift my pounding head off of my pillow. Tequila and I do not mix.

By some miracle I manage to find my way down stairs and into the kitchen; I desperately need some water, coffee and drugs. When I enter the kitchen I stop in my tracks at the site of Lorenzo eating a bowl of cereal at the breakfast bar. My jaw drops at the breath taking site of him in his usual suit, except this time it looks a little disheveled. Two top buttons undone revealing a gold chain around his neck, sleeves rolled up, tie loose and blazer gone. He seems off. Distracted almost. Just as I am about to approach him, Ronnie rushes around the corner into the kitchen.

"Oh Lea, good, you're up. I'm glad I caught you before we leave for Rome." Ronnie grabs my face in a rush and pecks my cheek. "We'll see you in two weeks. Bye." With that Ronnie turns to Lorenzo, pecks him on the cheek and says good bye before rushing out of the house.

Tension strangles the oxygen in the room, my hungover brain struggling to grasp what was just said in the past five seconds. Lorenzo ignores me, his eyes remain focused on his bowl of cereal; he seems so distracted. Completely different to his usual alert and put together self.

"Wha-Why are they going to Rome?" I stutter half asleep as I rub the sleep from my eyes.

"There going to sort some business with the Italian mafia."He growls not looking away from his bowl.

Uh, screw him and his shitty attitude. He is not going to speak to me like that when I have done nothing wrong.

"Alright Lucifer, No sé qué te pasa hoy, pero no tiene nada que ver conmigo, así que déjame fuera de tu actitud de mierda!"(I don't know what's up your ass today but it has nothing to do with me so leave me out of your shitty attitude)I snap back before grabbing the paracetamol and storming out of the room. I have never wished for the kitchen to have a door so badly, the urge to slam or break something is so powerful.

Once I reach my bedroom, I immediately slam the door behind me as hard as I can; which ends up being a huge mistake when my pounding head throbs intensely.

Ugh, for fucks sake!

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Hours have passed and all I have done is take a load of paracetamol and nap to cure my hangover. But update, my hangover is cured - thank God. Now feels like the best time to try the indoor pool.

I know.

It's a crime that I have lived here for over a month and haven't tried either of the pools.

But not the fact that you are apart of the mafia? That's legal?

Well it's legal in my world.

Hunting through the top draw of my white chest of draws, I pull out a dark red bikini; a little revealing but not inappropriate. After swiftly changing, I grab a towel from my bathroom and head for the pool.

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As soon as I step into the room, the smell of chlorine fills my nose. A large deep rectangular pool covers the room with colour changing LED lights, a built in hot tub in the back right hand corner of the pool and a sexy muscular body gliding under water.

Wait...What!

Since when was Lorenzo in the pool?

Lorenzo brings his head above the water, once he wipes the water from his eyes they immediately focus one me, before they graze down my body. With non shame. He doesn't even try to hide the fact that he is checking me out. A teasing smirk appears on his face; a smirk that says he is pleased with the bikini I chose to wear.

"Like what you see, Lucifer?"I ask with the same smirk. Lorenzo bites his bottom lip trying to suppress his smirk from growing whilst his eyes scan my body again, very slowly. Heat swirls in my stomach; his bitter mood from earlier is now replaced with this playful one. Not that I'm complaining. I prefer this Lorenzo compared to the hostile person from this morning. Lorenzo pushes his arms around, swimming towards me by the edge of the pool. His gaze never wavers from me. Once he reaches the edge, he lifts both arms out of the water, crossing them on the concrete in front of him, then resting his head on his arms.

"Aww ángel I didn't realise you needed my validation.".

You have no idea how much I want to shoot that smirk off of his arrogant face right now.

"Is there a bullet somewhere you can jump in front of? If not I'll happily find one." My sarcastic tone matches my smile, but the smile disappears when I role my eyes and turn around to walk out the room. I hear Lorenzo pull himself out of the water behind me, I also hear him telling me to turn around and come back but I ignore him.

There's no way I'm listening to that egotistical hijo de puta. (Son of a bitch)

Suddenly a pair of big, muscular arms wrap around my waist, before they fling my body over a rock solid shoulder.

"LORENZO! PUT ME DOWN!" I scream as I kick his chest and punch his back. Lorenzo sighs, his hands grip my waist holding me up in front of him. My glare meets his smirk.

I don't trust the smirk on his face.

"Ok." He says, then propels my body forward,throwing me into the pool.

Shock turns into anger as soon as I hit the water.

There's another splash into the pool whilst I'm still underwater. As soon as I resurface, my hand punches Lorenzo's smug face in front of me.

"Ow! Ángel what was that for?" His sarcasm is really starting to get on my nerves.

Lea what are you talking about, he was on your nerves ages ago.

"I kick a lot harder. I can kick you in the balls to show you if you want?" We must look psychotic with our identical grins, but to be honest, you have to be at least a little bit psychotic to survive in the mafia. So in our life, we are normal.

My hand splashes water into Lorenzo's face.

Honestly, that bitch has mind of its own.

He reaches out and lunges towards me, my attempt to swim away fails when he grabs my ankle and drags me through the water. I try to kick his hand off with my other foot, but his free arm wraps around my waist lifting me out of the water and pulling me flush against his chest. Once our chests make contact, I freeze and pray that he can't feel how fast my heart is betting. Lorenzo's eyes travel down to my chest and his lips part slightly before he looks back into my eyes. The amount of lust in his eyes cause my heart to beat faster and an aching need to kiss him. Lorenzo lets go of my ankle, slowly dragging his finger tips up my leg, my waist and all the way to my face; when his hand cups my cheek, my skin feel as though it's on fire and my heart is beating so fast I think I might pass out.

"You better not tell Carmen about this." He says with a raspy voice.

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I've already written the next chapter (which you might enjoy 😏)so it won't be long for the next update.

Until next time - N