Ángel

25]Don't deny it ángel

Lorenzo's POV

I hear the pain in her voice when those words leave her mouth, as she slumps back into the leather seat looking deflated. The bullet in my arm doesn't hurt me, they never really do to be honest, they just make me uncomfortable, like an annoying splinter that you can't remove. So is my temper non existent at the moment? Yes. But can you blame me? No. Just because bullets don't hurt me, still doesn't mean I enjoy being shot. And this motherfucker is going to be a pain in the ass to take out.

Looking over at Lea, I can't help but notice how defeated she seems , like she hasn't got enough energy to hide all of her broken pieces.

I know she's broken.

I also know she covers up those pieces everyday, she may be able to hide them from her brothers and Carmen and Ronnie, hell even Santiago. However, she can't hide it from me, the pain she hides is all too familiar to me, well most of it anyways.

What the fuck happened though? That question has been replaying in my mind since I sped out of the party's gates and away from those fuckers. She froze. Lea froze. Leandra Maria Álvarez, the women who works off of instinct, froze when she was being shot at.

So fucking stupid.

She would have been fucking killed if she was on her own. Santiago would have killed me if that happened.

Shit! Santiago!

Picking up my phone, I immediately dial Santiago's number; it doesn't even ring twice before he answers the phone.

"Qué coño estabais pensando!"(what the fuck were you two thinking) He roars down the phone, piercing my fucking ear drum. Asshole.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I answer blankly, fully aware that he knows exactly what happened.

"Don't play fucking dumb with me Lorenzo! You're going to tell me now what the fuck you two were doing, or I swear to god I will kill you both myself!" He growls, sending shivers down my spin, there are only two people in this world who are able to make me nervous, and Santiago is definitely one of them. Glancing back over at Lea, who has obviously overhead everything and is now leaning forward in her seat to be able to listen better.

Wow, very subtle Lea.

"I'll tell you everything when we get back." I say, keeping my eyes fixed on the road with one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding my phone to my ear.

"Don't fucking bother coming back!" He booms one last time before hanging up the phone.

"Oh shit." Lea gasps next to me.

"Yeah." I sigh, sliding my phone back into my pocket. There is no way we're going back to the house, I haven't got the fucking balls to face Santiago at the moment.

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I drive for about three hours before turning left onto the cobblestone driveway, to one of the very few places where I'm away from Santiago and some where that I know that the fucking monster would never dare to go.

The patio lights, from behind the villa, light up as I drive through the gates, illuminating the typically beautiful Spanish style villa.

"Oh wow. This place is fucking gorgeous." Lea gasps next to me, peering out the window, staring intensely at the villa.

"It's not much." I shrug at her, it's not that big to be honest.

"You can tell you grew up with money you rich snob." She chuckles, rolling her eyes and shaking her head at me, then opens her car door and steps out.

My god, this girl and her fucking mouth.

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For the past three hours, I've been sitting at my desk with my tie missing, my top three buttons undone and my sleeves rolled up to try to piece together everything Dmitri said, because so far, non of his stories are adding up. Of course they don't, he's a part of the Sokolov family, they're all fucking liars. However, he was right about one thing, Raquel is up to something - something detrimental to the Spanish mafia - and she's been planning this for years. It's more than a coincidence that her daughter happened to date Dmitri Sokolov, especially when she was forced to have a non existent social life. But why? Why betray your own mafia? What is Raquel trying to achieve? And what does an arranged marriage between her daughter and the heir to the Russian mafia have to do with it? These three questions have been attacking my mind and I've been drawn to a blank.

All of a sudden a burst of frustration washes over me, slamming my hands across the desk I send all the papers flying as they scatter the room whilst I roar out in anger. My breaths come out heavy and I ball my hands into fist by the side of me.

"FUCK!" I holler out, my left hand shoots up to my hair tugging at the roots. Next the draws are ripped out and books are chucked off of the shelves, the desk chair is sent soaring to the other side of the room along with the desk itself. Before you know it, the whole office is trashed.

Fucking perfect.

Then a light knock on the door distracts me from destroying this room even more. I storm over to the door but my foot gets caught on a random book on the floor and trips me up slightly, so I give it a harsh kick away from me. Shitty piece of junk. When I reach the door, I swing it open ready to tell who ever is there to fuck off.

"Hey." Lea whispers out of breath, her big brown eyes stare up at me looking exhausted. Her body glistens slightly under the light shining through the door from my office, all she's wearing is the white robe that was left in the wardrobe in her room.

"Hey, why do you look like you've been for a run?" I ask her, I know she hasn't been for a run, so why the fuck is she up at four in the morning breathless and sweaty.

"Yeah I was, I couldn't sleep." She says rubbing her eyes. No one is able to lie to me, not anymore. Stepping to the side, I open the door even more to let Lea come in, which she does.

"What happened here?" She frowns, looking back at me. I shrug before shutting the door.

"Couldn't sleep." Lea nods choosing not to grill me for answer, but that's exactly what I'm about to do to her.

"What happened?" I ask her, but Lea frowns at me again tilting her head slightly, confused. "What happened? Why did you freeze earlier and why were you so out of breath a second ago? And don't give me that you were running bullshit." I ask, though it sounds more like a demand, which it is. Lea watches me, taken aback by my questions.

"Nothing happened, I did go for a run and I didn't bloody freeze." She snarls, glaring at me.

"Bullshit. Try again." I retort coldly.

"Fuck you Lorenzo!" She snaps, then storms towards the door but I step in front of her blocking the way.

"I won't ask again Leandra." I growl, taking a step closer to her.

"And I'm not changing my answer Lorenzo Alejandro Torres." She growls back, stepping closer to me. Soon our bodies are so close and it's taking all of my self control to not rip off the robe from her body. Neither of us say anything, the room is so silent and it only makes the sexual tension between us even harder to fight. The thought of her crying out my name again causes all the blood to rush to my dick. Shit looks like my self control is slipping away from me. Lea's gaze moves down to her stomach and raises her eyebrows staring at the bulge in my pants, poking her.

Shit.

"Doesn't take much to make you horny." She smiles, all cocky and proud.

I bring my lips next to her ear and whisper, "Don't deny it ángel, I know you want to fuck me." and she confirms it when her breath hitches. So I do what any sane man would do, I grab her waist, spinning her around and crash my lips onto hers, kissing her against the wall.

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A full chapter in Lorenzo's pov 😱. I thought it was time to see Lorenzo's pov again, it's been a while. Do you guys prefer reading Lorenzo's or Lea's pov? Personally I love writing both😂

Hope you enjoyed this chapter, but I think you'll enjoy the next one more😏

Until next time - N