Even in Death not to Part [18+]

Chapter 19 - The Suite

We reach the heavy metal doors to the side there is a pad, Lorenzo approaches it and brings me with him.

"I am trusting you, everything in my fucked up brain is telling me to not let you in but something inside me feels that I can trust you, can I?" He asks with a genuine look of concern.

I start to feel uneasy, why is he saying this? Why does he need to know if he can trust me? Camps are private to each family but at the end of a day it's a Camp. They all do the same thing the only real thing of value to others is the location and I haven't got a fucking clue where the hell I am.

"You can trust me" I reassure him

He approaches the pad and enters a code, a screen appears and he puts his face in front of it, a few seconds later there is a beep and the sound of metal pistons fills the air and the big metal doors open.

Why is the camp this secure? Yes camps get hit and can be places where hostages are held but this seems excessive.

Lorenzo stands next to me and takes my hand again.

"We use retinal scans not fingerprints, fingers are a lot easier to take than eyes - well eyes intact that is"  a small smile creeps across his lips

Definitely more secure than it needs to be! This is his father's Camp so maybe he just likes things to be extra secure? fuck knows what goes on in that vile creatures mind - I would rather not imagine it.

There is a concrete corridor with no windows, it is lit by bright spot lights, I see a door at the end with another number pad and screen, Lorenzo repeats what he did at the previous door.

"I use two separate codes for each door, also we use the retinal scan again because it's likely people will throw it once they get through the first door, also eyes deteriorate quickly outside of the body - Just in case.-- If you don't get through this door within the time set the doors close and you are trapped" he says as a full smile creeps across his face.

As we go through the second doors I am amazed, from the outside this place looks like hell but inside, I haven't seen a camp like it. There are marble floors with a giant M embossed on it.

There are huge leather sofas, pool tables, huge TVs on the walls, vending machines, a massive canteen with steel tables. There is a reception desk with staff, I see frosted glass doors on either side of the desk. I am in awe. Lorenzo sees me looking at the doors.

"The one on the left leads to the living quarters and the one on the right leads to the training suite. Come, we are taking the door on the right" he holds my hand and leads me to the door. Marco is still following closely behind us. This time at the door he scans his wrist.

"Each one of us is fitted with a chip that unlocks these two doors, it also acts as a tracking device" he tells me.

The doors open and the space is huge! There are large mirrored windows against one wall, the kind where you can see in but people can't see out.

I look around at the different stations, cardio with treadmills and bikes, weights, a boxing ring, rock climbing wall, shooting range, archery range, uneven bars and volts, it's hard to take everything in.

"That will be all Marco" Lorenzo turns to dismiss him.

Marco glances quickly at me

"Marco! I said that will be all, she is fine. Leave" he says impatiently.

I smile at Marco so he knows I am okay, he leaves and the doors close behind him. Lorenzo lets out a deep breath and looks at me his mood has shifted.

"What?" I ask him as he looks at me

"Him" he clenches his fist and releases - I notice he does that a lot! Especially when he is annoyed and frustrated.

"What Marco? What about him?" I ask confused

"He doesn't trust me with you, he thinks I will hurt you"

"Will you?" I ask cautiously

"NO! I would never hurt you, I know I have a temper that I can react without thinking but I swear to you Emilia I will never harm you" he said earnestly holding on to both my hands.

"Okay" I shrug 

"Do you believe me?" his eyes searching in mine for the truth.

"Yes Don Lorenzo, I believe you" I say genuinely. Fuck I hope to god I am not being an idiot here but I do, I believe him something is telling me to trust him, so until proved otherwise I do believe him.

"So" he says letting go of my hands "this is the training suite"

"Impressive, It is one of, if not the best I have seen" I say looking around trying to see everything all at once.

"You have been in a camp before?" he asks, raising an eyebrow at me.

"I lived in one for a time" I say walking further into the space, when I look back he seemed shocked

"My father. He is like no other Don. He wanted me to learn, he wanted me to be able to protect myself, so he made me train with my brothers and the new recruits. I taught my youngest brother at least half of what he knows" I smiled remembering my family "I spent a lot of time there, it became a second home, it feels strangely comforting being here"

"So how good were you?" Lorenzo asks lighting a cigarette

"I held my own" I replied, not wanting to sound arrogant, stroking my fingers, against the guns dismantled on the tables in front of the shooting range.

"Show me" he said, taking a drag on his cigarette and nodding to the guns on the table.

"Really? You want me to show you? Don Lorenzo do you not believe me?" i said chuckling

"Show me" he repeated firmly looking me up and down. I love it when he looks at me like that, there is such desire in his eyes, it makes me feel like the most important thing in the world to him.

I walk up and down beside the table assessing the guns he has. The modest part of me thinks I should choose the glock but the part of me that wants to shock Lorenzo eyes up the AK47...... the AK47 it is.

I stop and stand in front of it. I take a deep breath, this is just like riding a bike. My hands move as if there are 4 of them assembling the gun in a matter of seconds, I push in the clip and shoot, spraying the target with bullets.

When I finally empty the clip, I can see not one shot strayed from the inside of the body outline - most bullets landed in the head, I shot a few to the heart as well for good measure.

Before I can turn around his hands are on my hips. It sends shivers all the way down my spine and in between my legs. I feel him against me, his dick solid in his trousers pressed against me.

His breathing is heavy and so is mine, I have adrenaline rushing through me, I want him....NOW. I place the gun on the table, he spins me around to face him.

"You are fucking perfect" he whispers, putting his head against the top of mine, our lips so close to each others. I long for him to kiss me.

"Don Lorenzo, you are too kind" I say trying to steady my heavy breathing, holding back the urge to kiss him.

His hands begin to move slowly up and down against my body, his breathing becoming deeper. He grabs my waist and forcefully pulls me in closer to him.