Love Me (very slow updates)

Ch 28 |•|have you taken your meds?

Clara and Lorenzo had had many uncomfortable car journeys in their time together. But this was by far the most tense Clara had ever been around her brother. She sat in the backseat clutching her seatbelt as if it was her life line.

She was deadly silent. Lorenzo had to occasionally look back to make sure she was still there.

He was scared. There weren't many thing that scared Lorenzo but right now all he could think was that his sister would hate him. With everything she had been through the last thing he wanted was for her to fear him. They had just started making progress. She wasn't scared to eat anymore. Or speak without being spoken to. Sure she still spaced out and he often heard her wake up from night skews but at least she wasn't scared of them anymore.

Clara on the other hand didn't know what to think. She couldn't find it in her to belive that Lorenzo was a bad person. After everything he had done for her. She couldn't picture him ever hurting somone. But his voice was just so cold.

'Break a bone or two.'
''make it look like an accident'

How could he talk about the death of a living breathing human being so casually? As if she meant nothing. As if she was simply a crumb on his suit he could flick away and move on from. Didn't he care that she had a family?

Kids? A husband who would he wondering when his wife would come home? Yeah she hurt Clara but that didn't mean an entire family deserved to suffer.

She wanted answers. But she couldn't bring herself to ask for them.

Did the fact that he hurt people mean all the good he'd done for her meant nothing? All the comfort. All the love he had showered her with, with no hesitation on his part.

But he killed people. Or he had people killed. Same difference.

Did this mean all her brothers were involved. She thought back to Keenan's words that normal people don't just get shot and couldn't help but feel a pit forming in the bottom of her stomach. Lorenzo wouldn't lie to her. He wasn't that kind of person.

She looked up at him her eyes scanning his expression. His furrowed eyebrows and clenched jaw. But most of all his shaking hands. She couldn't help but soften slightly at the way he gripped the steering wheel as if it would hide the tremor rushing through his body like a wildfire.

He couldn't be a bad person. She refused to belive he was a bad person until she heard it come from his mouth.

As soon as they pulled over to the front of the house Lorenzo stopped he took a deep breath, opened his mouth, then closed it again with a quiet frustrated grunt. He was angry at himself. Why couldn't he speak? He had been fighting off a panic attack the entire car ride but the lump in his throat prevented him from saying anything.

Clara took a deep breath. She knew if she wanted conformation she'd have to ask. She tucked her hands u set her thighs as she looked down trying to sine herself up and build up the courage to ask him.

"Clara I-"

"Lorenzo I-"

They both stopped. Lorenzo cleared his throat before gesturing for her to go first. But the mustered up confidence was gone. "Uhm... I..." she stopped her eyes darting around as she took fast shallow breaths.

"Are you in the mafia?" She asked quickly not daring to look up at him. But as soon as she said she wanted to unsay it. She didn't want to know. She wanted to live the rest of her life in peaceful oblivion. But it was too late.

Lorenzo froze. He had two options. He could lie. Or he could tell the truth. The whole truth. He couldn't hide that aspect of his life from her forever. Sooner or later she'd find out and he'd rather it be from him to avoid her hatred, but what if he got it anyways.