MARRIED TO THE CAPO

Chapter 10

"Eva"

At around past midnight, after finishing my series I quickly made my way downstairs to the kitchen in search of some ice cream before bed.

To my surprise, I found Lorenzo sitting on the island stool, his shirt partially unbuttoned and his eyes slightly bloodshot. It was clear that he was drunk.

I let out a soft gasp, my eyes widening at the sight of him. He was not home the whole day. He did not notice me at first his eyes fixed on the bottle of alcohol i don't know which because i don't drink.

"Lorenzo, I didn't realise you were home," I said, my voice soft yet tinged with concern.

He looked at me his eyes taking me in. His gaze lingering a little longer on my breasts.

I was wearing a satin short pajama set.

Lorenzo's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze intense. "Eva..." he slurred, his voice low and husky. He beckoned me with a sloppy gesture, his hand wavering in the air. "Come here..."

My eyes narrowed slightly, but I padded towards him."Lorenzo are you okay"I asked my voice laced with concern.

Lorenzo's eyes roamed over me, his gaze burning with a intensity that made my heart race. "Just come here," he repeated, his tone husky and commanding.

I approached him cautiously, my eyes fixed on his gaze. I stopped in front of him my hands playing with my pajama top. Lorenzo, you're drunk," I stated gently.

Lorenzo's gaze didn't waver. "I know," he slurred."But I want you...close."

My heart raced as his hand reached out, his fingers brushing against my waist. The touch sent shivers down my spine. "Lorenzo, maybe we should-"

"No," he interrupted, his grip on my waist tightening. "Don't go. Please."

My resolve softened as I looked into his eyes, seeing the vulnerability and longing there. I hesitated, then stepped closer in between in legs, my body inches from his.

My heart raced as I gazed at Lorenzo's upturned face, his eyes filled with a deep longing. I felt the warmth of his breath on my skin, sending shivers down my spine. Without thinking, I reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair out of his face, my fingers grazing his cheek.

Lorenzo's eyes fluttered closed, his face tilting into my touch. He drew in a deep breath, his chest rising and falling slowly.

My hand lingered on his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin and the vulnerability in his eyes.

"I'm here," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I'm not going anywhere."

Lorenzo's eyes opened, his gaze locking onto mine. He looked at me with a deep intensity, as if searching for something more.

His gaze held mine. "Bella, today's a difficult day for me," he said, his voice low.

My eyes narrowed, my expression softening. "What is it, Lorenzo?"

He paused, his jaw clenched, as if struggling to reveal his emotions. "It's my sister's sixth death anniversary," he stated, his tone flat, but his eyes betraying a deep pain.

My face filled with compassion. "Oh, Lorenzo, I'm so sorry. I had no idea." Of course I did not know this. I didn't even know he had our have any siblings.

His gaze dropped, his usual mask of indifference slipping back into place. "It's fine, Bella. I just...I needed to tell someone."

My hand reached out, my fingers brushing against his arm. "I'm here, Lorenzo. I'm listening."