Lorenzo’s pov
That night, it felt as if I was rolling on pins and needles as sleep became my worst enemy and evaded me like a plague, and when I was finally able to forcefully shut my eyelids, the only thing that was behind them, was the green doe eyed girl blinking up at me.
At some point, I got up in the middle of the night, grabbed my pillow, and planted a punch into it, imagining that it was that bastard Gonzale. It was so strange to me how my heart would harden and become as cold as ice when I would think of that man and then it would gradually melt when I thought of his daughter.
I should hate her so much that planting a bullet in her head would have come so naturally to me as flicking my fingers, but instead, I felt guilty and growled into my pillow as my blood boiled with frustration, my conscience had never been involved in anything mafia related until her.
Her innocence was pricking my skin.
So what? I spat back in irritation at my consciousness.
I was once innocent that I couldn’t bring myself to hurt a fly back then, and yet my parents were killed like dogs right in front of me, their blood staining my entire existence.
What could they have done that was so terrible that that bastard and his friend that made them die such a terrible death? Nothing, so life is just like that, a bitter reality sadly.
And then they had set my entire home ablaze with me in it. If she was indeed innocent, she wouldn’t have been birthed by that bastard.
She was involved with my enemy in the worst way possible coming from his loins. I didn’t care-I shouldn’t care.
I managed to steal some hours of sleep before morning came and I woke up with heavy eye bags and a perpetual scowl on my face, but even with those features I was still handsome as hell, thanks to my genetics.
I took a shower, a long cold one while still lost in my thoughts, while reminding myself that I was definitely going to make a decision about that girl today.
In a couple of minutes, I was done with my morning rituals, doning down some black pants and a long-sleeve button-down shirts that were also the traditional black, and then when I was all dressed up, I settled down on the couch of my living room, motioning a maid to bring Gonzale’s daughter to me.
I glanced at the Rolex wristwatch that was on my hand every 5 seconds after they left, and then I realized that they have been gone far too long and should have already arrived with her, except if she was attempting to resist them?
Probably not, she looked too scared for her life to do that.
So why were they taking so long?
My curiosity was quenched exactly three seconds later when one of the men who was sent to fetch her from ran into the living room with a worried expression on his face I knew that something had gone wrong, terribly wrong, however, I maintained an unreadable, cold mask on my face as I asked him what was the problem.
In the mafia world, you won’t go really far on the food chain if you reveal everything you feel on your face.
Youe emotions to be under your control and literally non existent.
But I instantly felt cracks in that mask that I did not even bother to cover up when I heard the reason why he had run in breathing like he just came out of a marathon.
“She fainted, boss!”
I Immediately stood up to my full height, not asking another question and hastily brushing past him as I walked towards the direction he had just came from in quick strides, not pausing for a single moment until I was right by her side kneeling next to her body.
She looked frail as fuck.
I gently cradled her hand in mine, completely enveloping hers as I felt up her pulse with my second hand.
She was still alive. I breathed out a small sigh of relief like someone that had been drowning and then suddenly pulled out into fresh air and was able to breathe again.
However, that feeling didn’t linger for long because she was still unconscious.
I glanced at my guards and demanded.
“What are you all doing there just gawking?! Call the damn doctor already! Or must I spell everything out for you?!”
They immediately snapped back to reality, scurrying around in different directions. Half an hour later, the doctor arrived.
The doctor was very much aware of the kind of business that was being run here and we often needed people like him in case of emergencies or possibly one of my men getting shot or receiving any other kind of injury.
Going to a hospital normally without any other preparations would send tongues wagging, attract unnecessary attention, and other inconveniences that I was not fond of, so without asking any question other than of course what had gone wrong with his future patient.
“She was fine last night…” I felt the irony of saying that especially since she had been brawling her eyes out throughout the time she spent in my presence, and most definitely the time she spent alone in this room. Apart from the manhandling that she got when she was brought here, nothing else was done to her that would have made her pass out.
I gave the doctor some space to work but remained close enough to be aware of when she’d finally come back to reality.
Hwe eyes fluttered open like flower petals opening up to receive the sun for the first time, and without a word, I took another long look at her. Our eyes met and held for a few seconds and I almost flinched at the stark fear that flashed in her eyes, right as I turned around and walked out of the room.
I knew then in my heart, in my mind and with every fiber of my being that I couldn’t hurt her.