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  “I’m going to come if you don’t stop.” I moan more unintelligible words and push myself further on to him even though I shouldn’t.

  “So, come.” Lorenzo instructs, thrusting faster and deeper. “Come on my cock, love.”

  “Holy shit, Lorenzo.” His words and quicken pace push me over the edge screaming.

  I’m dizzy.

  He’s still pumping in me as I come down from my second release.

  I can’t keep going. He’s going to kill me.

  “Get on top of me, now.” It’s an order that he helps me enact. He pulls me on top of his body and lays down underneath me without his cock even leaving my body.

  “Lorenzo I can’t keep going, I’m going to pass out.” I whimper as I start to move myself up and down on him. Holy fuck it feels amazing like this. More moans escape me and my pace picks up.

  “You say that, but your body is keeping up pretty well I’d say.” Lorenzo retorts and I drown him out.

  I’m moving faster and faster, clenching my walls around him as I come down from every little bounce I make. His hands clasp around both of my breasts, stopping them from bouncing. He squeezes them and a deep moan catches in his throat.

  “Come inside of me, Lorenzo. Pump me full of your cum, please I want it so badly.” I encourage moaning, my hips move up and down on his steel cock.

  “Fuck, Katherine.” He groans.

  “Use me.” I whimper, riding him to my heart's desire.

  His hands leave my breast and fall to my hips pushing me down on his cock as far as I can go.

  “You like being used, slut?”

  Holy fuck, my body tingles. The way he speaks to me makes my nerves stand at attention.

  “Yes sir.” I rasp. “I want your cum dripping out of me, falling down my thighs.” I beg.

  I hear a low groan and his hands squeeze my hips tighter.

  We come together this time and my entire body shakes. I rock myself back and forth on him as we finally come down. Then I finally let myself fall off of him and on my back next to him.

  I want more, but I can’t move.

  “That was–” I don’t know what I was going to finish the sentence with.

  “Yeah.” Lorenzo is just as out of breath as I am.

  “We should probably go to sleep.” I don’t want to sleep, and I bet he doesn’t either, but we’ve been awake for far too many hours.

  “Yeah. We have more stuff to do tomorrow, it’s nearly midnight.”

  Neither of us move.

  “You didn’t ask if I was on birth control.” I accuse.

  I assume he knows that I’m on the depo–shot. He knows everything.

  “You're on the shot, you're due for another in a few weeks in fact.” He chuckles to himself. “I’m not trying to get you pregnant. My mother would have my head if I got you knocked up even a day before the wedding.”

  “You like your mom a lot, it’s sweet.”

  I still know nothing about this man. I assume he’s a part of some sort of mafia but in reality, I have very little answers. Yet, here I am, having pillow talk with him.

  “She approves of you, my dad does too. Arianna wants a sister more than anything, she loved you before she met you.” Lorenzo sighs.

  We still haven’t moved.

  “Why do you have so many tattoos?” I’m trying to sneak in questions while I can.

  “Nice try.” Lorenzo pulls himself out of my bed, grabs his clothes and starts to leave.

  “Goodnight Katherine.” He doesn’t put his clothes back on, he just leaves with them balled up in his hands.

  “Goodnight.” I grumble, pulling myself out of bed and stammering into my bathroom.

  I draw myself a bath with rose petal bubbles and clean myself up in it. The water is warm and steamy and soothes the wicked soreness I have filling up in between my legs. My hair is in a bun at the top of my head and my hands are taking turns massaging my sore feet.

  What the hell am I doing here? Am I actually supposed to marry this guy? Why should I even stay? We don’t have a deal anymore… I don’t have anywhere else to go, that’s why. My job is gone, my disgusting husband is dead and I don’t have a fucking clue what to do with my life. At least being here is distracting. At least it’s not filled with James' family grieving his death, expecting me to be sad with them. Whatever. Stop thinking.

  I reluctantly pull myself out of the bath and let the water drain out. I wipe the fog from my mirror with my hand and wash all of the makeup from my face with an oil free cleanser. It smells faintly of mint and it feels good to let my skin breathe. I moisturize and drop my towel on top of my dress from earlier. I find my ruined pajamas and panties and throw them on to the pile.

  I’ll take care of it tomorrow.

  I search my drawers for panties and then replacement pajamas. I pick a plain pair of light pink cotton underwear, they’re high waisted and cover most of my butt. I pick a pajama set identical to the ones from earlier in pink. I pull my ring off my finger and put it back in its box that I set in my jewelry section.

  After I shut my closet light off, I dim my bedroom lights to just barely on. Climbing into bed I feel completely and utterly exhausted. My pillows feel orgasmic against my neck and I pull my hair down letting it spill wherever it falls. My blankets are soft and my sheets are silky. I drift to sleep faster than I can ever remember doing before.

  Lorenzo

  Fuck. She’s a goddamn handful already.

  My phone buzzes as I redress myself. Our group chat is lighting up, of course.

  Gio: So, I was right. She didn’t know.

  Luca: I was right too. I should really gamble more, under 24 hours and she fell for you. What is in your pheromones, crack?

  Gio: She fell under him, not for him. Yet.

  Lorenzo: She fell on top of me too. We gotta talk, my office.

  Gio: We figured; we’re already waiting.

  Luca: Your scotch is waiting too.

  We're going to get no sleep tonight, and we all already know it.

  Luca and Gio are rummaging through paperwork when I enter.

  “You dig up anything new yet?” I grumble, shutting my office door behind me.

  “She wrote a really good paper on Jane Eyre, her sophomore year.” Luca rolls his eyes, holding up the essay.

  “She didn’t take any money from her dad when he died. She transferred it all to her mom.” Gio shrugs. “There’s a private account in her name with Diego’s old bank but it’s like Alcatraz, I can’t find anything out about it. Maybe it’s empty?”

  “She didn’t post any wedding pictures on her social media, she just got tagged in all of them. Did she even like Manner? She never talks about him in any of her digital conversations.” Luca adds, as I sit down at my desk, pulling my scotch to my lips.

  “She said they were both busy a lot. She probably just thought she liked him more than she did. This woman is a twisted web of secrets, we’ll have to peel her back a layer at a time.” I sigh. “She’s way too smart for her own good. Anyone else would have tried to get away. I’ve seen her surveying her surroundings, but it’s like she does a risk assessment in her head and decides to be docile instead.”

  “One of her professors got a divorce while she was assisting him.” Luca raises his eyebrows. “Other than that, she didn’t do much in school. She got impeccable grades and probably used adderall to focus so hard. She was associated with a local dealer, but I don’t have confirmation.”

  “She’s got like sixty thousand in savings, her apartment is rented and she doesn’t have a car. Her finances are pretty basic, no investments or loans. Her boss was pretty pissed she quit with no notice, like maybe they were friends?” Gio adds, sifting through more papers.

  “‘Twisted web’ is an understatement. She only talks with her mom and once and awhile her uncles. Diego changed her last name to Smith when she was two and moved her away from his reach for twelve years. Then she met Gustavo, and he came back. Three years later she’s
engaged and knocked up. Both families seemed happy about the pregnancy from what I can tell, but Diego never mentioned it to your dad. Then Gustavo's father was killed, he took over, and then nothing. It’s like she was never connected to them in the first place.” Luca shakes his head, pulling out Katherine’s gun. “She carries an illegal .45 in New York City. A Wilson Combat Tactical Supergrade, a $6,000 gun, just in her purse casually.”

  “Diego had her trained, despite moving her out of cartel life.” Gio sighs. “It wasn’t causal training either, it was like our program; intensive, strict and lethal. It’s like he knew she would be in trouble someday.”

  “One of the times I met him, he was talking to my dad about her. He hadn’t seen her in a while, but he had videos of her. Throwing knives, shooting, training in hand to hand. She was just as good at long distance shooting as Luca, and she was 16 in the video. I don’t understand why she’s so willing to play along though, it’s suspicious and driving me crazy.” I finish off my glass, trying to figure her out.

  “And now she’s added sex into the mix.” Luca adds, straightening up his mess of papers.

  “I trust her.” Gio shrugs. “I don’t know how to explain it, but I don’t actually think she’ll try to get away. She’s on guard, not vengeful. She’s clearly got some pent-up trauma from being with the Hernandez’s. I think she’s scared, if anything. I doubt sex was supposed to be manipulative. We know she can’t cope properly; she drank 12oz’s of whiskey on the plane ride just to tell you a bit about her past.”

  “You trust too easily.” I remind him with a glare.

  “He’s got good instincts.” Luca counters. “I think we just play it by ear. But I agree, I don’t think she’ll try to run off or anything. Like she said, you aren’t hurting her and she doesn't even know where she is. She’s too smart to get caught trying to leave. She wants us to trust her.”

  “Arianna is obsessed with her already, it’ll be exhausting if this ends badly.” I mention, relaxing into my chair.

  “Speaking of.” Luca huffs. “We might have to fix things up at her school. No one talks to her, isn’t that worse than what we wanted? She’s completely isolated at this point; Gianna was telling me that she cries a lot now. Trust me, I get why we put her in the bubble, but she’s too closed off from everyone. I think it looks suspicious. We could try to get her a friend or something. Maybe one of the guys has a girlfriend her age? What do you think?”

  “I was going to bring that up too.” I sigh. “I agree that we’ve made it too noticeable. She’s still rich, smart and sociable, so having no friends doesn’t help her fly under the radar. But I can’t come up with a better solution. We’ll think of something.”

  Gio nods.

  Arianna is still completely oblivious to nearly every bad thing that surrounds her, and we keep it that way. People at her school know what our name means and they stay away because of our instruction, but it’s gone a bit too far. She shouldn’t be sad because of us.

  “We should get to sleep.” I murmur, standing up with warm skin from the scotch.

  “Tempted to go wake her up, aren’t you?” Luca lightens the mood.

  “You have no idea.” I laugh, making my way out.

  Chapter 8: Pazzo

  “Pedro’s asleep, Marianna is watching the baby monitor for us tonight.” I slip into bed, trying to sound cheerful. “I could give you a massage, or do that thing you like…” I offer, smiling but not touching him.

  Gus doesn’t smile back, but he doesn’t freak out either. I've been walking on eggshells around him every day since his dad was killed. I just want him to be happy again. It’s been a few months of this, he scares me sometimes. I want him to love me, because I love him even with all of his new rules and barriers he’s put up.

  “Come on, let me make you feel good…” I slip one strap of my silk nightgown slowly down my arm. “We can do whatever you want, however you want.” I offer, dying to show him I care.

  “You want my cock? Say the words, Kitty.” Gus grins, sliding his hand up my thigh.

  Thank God. I was worried he might reject me again, I can’t fucking handle being turned down every night.

  “I want your big, hard cock so bad.” I pout, just the way he likes. “I miss feeling your hands on me, sir.”

  “So polite.” He hums. “Knowing your place is the sexiest thing you can do, huh Kitty?”

  “Gross.” I shiver out of my memory nightmare.

  Light pools in from cracks left uncovered by my curtains. It’s early, I can feel it. I used to sleep in every day, I hate mornings. But since losing Pedro my body won’t allow itself that much peace. The simplicity of a morning in bed will never be granted to me again, and I don’t deserve it.

  The alarm clock reads 7:14am and I grumble to myself. I can’t even scroll on my phone to pass the time so I make my body get up. I instantly regret standing up when pain below my stomach flares. I’m ridiculously sore and it hurts but it makes me think of last night, which makes me want more.

  Shut up. I yell at my memories.

  I walk slowly to the bathroom to brush my teeth and pee. I don’t feel any better after I’m finished. I find myself scouring my closet for anything to work out in. I finally find a pale pink sports bra, some black tight spandex leggings and some perfect black socks. Shoes were easy, I have heels and boots mostly but I also have six different pairs of sneakers to choose from. I pick a pair of plain black ASICS and throw them on last.

  I run back into the bathroom and throw my hair up into a high ponytail with a scrunchie. I don’t know if I’m allowed to leave my room, but if I don’t go for a run I might burst. My door opens without a struggle. I don’t go to the other double doors to find Lorenzo. I don’t want to wake him up if he’s not a morning person. It’s only 7:25am now. Instead, I make my way to the elevator and press the ground floor button.

  When the doors open, Gio is standing directly in front of them, like he’s waiting for me. He’s older than Lorenzo I think, he looks like he’s seen some things. I ignore the creepiness of his appearance.

  “I was just coming to find one of you. Is there somewhere I can run? Like a yard or path or something? Literally anywhere.” I ask, trying to make myself smile.

  “You’re not trying to leave?” Gio backs away and lets me exit the elevator.

  “Why would I be trying to leave?”

  “I guess I thought, why else would you be awake so early? My bad.” Gio is dressed for the day already in a suit, he wears a tie today unlike yesterday.

  “I don’t sleep well after 7am. So… Can I go for a run or?” I bat my eyes at him hoping for sympathy.

  “Luca is in the garden; you can do loops around it I suppose.” Gio points to a door a few feet away. “Just go through that door and you’ll see a little path that loops around the garden. I’ll tell him you're coming out.”

  “Thank you!” I used to hate running, but now I rely on it. The pain shooting through my ribs when I force myself to keep going burns good enough to turn my mind off.

  Luca nods when he sees me but doesn’t talk to me. He’s sitting at a table typing on a MacBook. He’s also dressed for the day.

  Do they live here? Whatever, no questions right now; only pain.

  I bring my attention back to chasing a burn. I see the path that Gio mentioned. It looks like a quarter mile loop. The garden is bigger than I expected it to be and that makes my blood start pumping. The air is nice, not too cold or too warm. The sun is bright though, but my eyes will adjust soon enough.

  I’m on my eighth loop when the pain starts to feel as good as I like it to. Two miles is standard to get the feeling I crave. I’m smiling while my lungs beg me to stop. As I’m about to make it to the start of my 9th lap, Lorenzo steps into my path.

  Ugh, the burn fades as I slow down. I stop in front of him and take the time to catch my breath.

  “Drink this.” Lorenzo puts a chilled bottle of San Pellegrino water in my hand.

  “Thank you.” I
unscrew the cap and let two mouthfuls fall down my throat. “What time is it?” I screw the cap back on.

  “7:45.” Twenty minutes isn’t my best time for two miles, but it isn’t awful. “Why aren’t you still asleep?” His hands are in his suit pants pockets.

  He’s wearing another dark button down with nearly half of the buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows.

  “Why aren’t you?” I rebut.

  “Don’t make me ask again.” Lorenzo’s jaw tightens. He steps closer to me, invading my air again and I can see he isn’t in the mood for any playful comments.

  “Jeez. Relax, grumpy. I can’t sleep in the morning. As soon as the light starts to peek through the windows even a tiny bit, I’m awake and I can’t go back to sleep. I haven’t been able to sleep in since–” I stop myself. I don’t want to cry; I want to run. “Never mind it doesn’t matter, can I keep running now?” I ask hopefully, taking another sip of water.

  “You have twenty more minutes, then you have less than an hour to get dressed and ready for breakfast. Got it?” He tells me in his broody dark tone.

  “I don’t have a watch; how do I know when twenty minutes is up?” I challenge.

  “I’ll stop her at 8am.” Luca shouts from his chair. Lorenzo looks at me for an answer.

  “Fine, I got it.” I grumble, handing him the half drank water and sprinting around him.

  I want my pain back.

  I force myself to sprint until Luca calls “time’s up!”

  My lungs are on fire and I feel better again. I’m sweating and my hair is sticking to my back and my arms. I probably look ridiculously red in the face but I don’t care. The burn is too good.

  I leave the garden and find my way back to my room. I should drink more water but I don’t know where to find it. I pull off my sweat coated clothes instead and throw them on top of the rest. I put my shoes back in the closet and spray them with sneaker spray before picking out my outfit.

  I find myself a white lace bra and panties set that I decide I want to wear. I pull out a high-waisted burnt orange skirt that has laces on each side of the thigh seams. The laces are braided tight enough that no skin will peak through, but the texture is gorgeous. I find a semi sheer long sleeve white blouse that I decide will pair well with it. I pick out a pair of white wedges that are supposed to lace up my calves like ballet slippers.