LORENZO
"No I don't just fancy you, I love you, I need you."
It had been two hours since I confessed my underlying love and loyalty to Len, it had also been two hours, since I proved to her that I was indeed a psycho stalker.
Given, going with the story of an obsessed client is, extreme, however it is much more believable than the truth.
If I told her the truth, the complete truth, nothing good would come of it, and the chances of her believing me, are close to none.
Though what I told her wasn't true, some bits of it were, for example when I told her;
'I let you slip out of my grasp last time...I don't intend to make the same mistake twice.'
I meant every word of that, and I refuse to lose her again.
Getting up after deciding to go check up on her, the door to my study opened a crack, and Len's head popped round the corner.
"Len, how did you know I'd be here?"
"I asked your head help, Mrs. Garcia, she had no problem directing me towards your study."
"I see, missing me already are you?"
"As much as I'd love to humor you, no, I still hate you, and I do not wish nor do I plan to fall for you, so don't get your hopes up, however, I might as well make this easier for you, as such I shall spend quality time with you, meaning that I will follow you everywhere."
"Hm, okay, suit yourself."
And true to her word, Len followed me everywhere, she was joined to me by the hip.
However things took a turn for the worse.
As I was target practicing, my head of security Raphael, came up to me, however due to Len's presence he had to whisper, and what he said made me tense.
"Mr. Norge is here, we did request he leave peacefully, however he did not cooperate, and instead requested to see you."
Norge, was someone who referred to himself as my rival, on the other hand I referred to him as an incessant pest.
I dismissed Raphael, and approached Len, there was no time to be reluctant, I could not afford Norge laying eyes on her even once for a split second.
"We need to go."
I did not give her the chance to respond, before I began heading back towards the villa, all the while Len kept shooting questions my way.
"Go? Go where? Why?"
As we got closer towards the villa, rather than entering via the main entrance, we went in from the back.
"Wait, Mr. Luca, I have so many questions, what is goi-"
"Lorenzo."
"Huh?"
"I told you, just call me Lorenzo."
"Well then, Lorenzo, what is going on."
"Len, I promise you, I will explain all of this to you later, but for now, I need you to go up to your room, and wait there till I give you the go ahead to come out, can you do that for me?"
"No"
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. No. I am not going anywhere."
"Two things for you to take into consideration Lorenzo, in case you weren't aware, no, I do not trust you so your promises mean absolutely nothing to me, and also, you do not have the right to boss me around."
"So no, I will not be going to my room, and as such will not be leaving this spot."
"Len, this is not the time for your games. Go. Now. You are to go to your room and stay there, and if for any reason you need to come out, stay as far away from the living room as possible."
"Why?"
"I have a...guest. So go, now."
After about a minute of staring each other down, she reluctantly left my side. and headed back to her room and I headed to mine to change out of my practice gear.
While I did see Len leave for her room, I never made sure she entered it, so I had a slight suspicion that whilst I left for mine, she snuck back down and into the very room that I told her not to go into, the room where Norge was in.
YELENA
Yes, while Lorenzo did instruct me to go wait in my room, since when did I listen to whatever that psycho told me to do?
Besides if this was an outsider he could probably help me get out of here.
I peeked my head round the corridor, making sure no one was in sight, and after confirming this, I ran straight towards the living room where the guest should be.
Looking around trying to spot the guest, I suddenly felt a presence behind me but before I could turn around, the person grabbed my wrist and pinned me against the wall with my hand twisted behind my back.
Then I heard the sleaziest voice ever.
"Well, who would've thought Lorenzo was harboring fresh meat?"
"Let go of me!"
"Oh c'mon love, don't you wanna have a bit of fun? Play with me a little, y'know you wanna."
I could feel bile forming at the bottom of my stomach, and threatening to surface.
My assaulter's hot breath fanned my neck, and it reeked of alcohol and cigarettes.
At that moment I felt genuine fear as the man sucked on the corner of my neck.
As much as I hated him, I wanted nothing more than for Lorenzo to appear and detach this man from my arm.
"You have a pretty face love, I'm sure it'd look better covered in-"
You see, I guess I'll never find out what this man thought my face would look better covered in, because one second he was on me, and the next I could feel him being ripped off of me.
Stunned I turned around to see a raging Lorenzo holding the person I assumed to be my assaulter, by the collar.
LORENZO
Len was a reckless person, always had been, and probably always would be, so it was left to me to keep tabs on her.
I needed to confirm my suspicions, to see if she really did disobey my instructions and headed to the living room, however the sight I met, made me see red.
Norge had Len pinned to the wall her hands pressed behind her back, as he sucked on her neck.
I didn't think twice before rushing over to them and yanking Norge off of her.
One look at Len's tear stained face and I lost it, and she began to speak.
"L-Lorenzo, I'm sorry, I shouldn't hav-"
"Leave."
"I'm sorr-"
"LEAVE NOW!"
While I know that shouting at Len did no good, I was angry so I couldn't help it.
Now my anger was not directed at her, but rather, at the vile mess of a human being referred to as Norge.
Once I was certain that Len was gone, I pulled Norge towards a chair and sat him down in front of a table, but then Norge made the unfortunate mistake of opening his mouth to speak.
"Ah, Mr. Luca, that is no way to treat a good mate, you know who I am so you should be careful how you handle me, you don't want to face the repercussions, besides, I was just having a little bit of fun with the girl, I meant no harm."
"See Norge, what you don't understand is that I couldn't care less who you are, you could be the President of The United States for all I care, you touch what is mine, and I make you see hell."
Saying that I pulled open a drawer in the table, and lifted up the false compartment, revealing all sorts of weapons, from knives, to lighters, to guns.
Bringing out a lighter, I grabbed Norge by the hair, and brought him close to me.
"Norge, Norge, Norge, you made the mistake of touching what belongs to me, if there's one thing you should know, it's that I don't share, what's mine."
"Now then, let's deal with you shall we? You touched her with your lips."
As I said that I put the lighter on, and lifted it to his mouth, he screamed in agony as the flames engulfed his lips, however he couldn't move away due to my hand holding his head in place.
When I was satisfied with the burnt up, melted mess, that was left of his lips, I put the lighter of, but surprisingly he managed to speak.
"You idiot, do you realize what you've just done? This means war Luca, war!"
"And I look forward to it, but sadly, not only did you touch her with your lips, you also had the audacity to touch her with your hands, we wouldn't want you to go around thinking you can just do whatever you please, now do we?"
I reached into the drawer again, and retrieved a knife, then grabbing his hand and slamming it against the table, I lodged the knife deep into his palm, so much so that it went through both his palm and the table.
He screamed again.
"Are you having fun Norge? You seemed to be enjoying yourself when you were touching Yelena, so please, approach this activity with the same glee as you did then."
Stabbing his hand wasn't enough for me, it didn't satisfy my need to see this man bleed.
The bloodlust emanating from me was intense, and I could see Norge visibly shiver.
I pushed the knife deeper into his palm, and then when it was at the hilt, I gave it a full circle twist.
Norge began screaming even louder.
"Okay, your voice is really starting to piss me off."
Saying that, I let go of the knife and punched him in the face, knocking him out cold.
As if on cue, Raphael walked in.
"Send him back to his people."
"Sir, you do realize this means going to war with the Norge family?"
"Yes Raph I do, and I look forward to every bit of it."
As I said that, Raphael hauled Norge away.
Unless it wasn't clear before, it's obvious by now that I'm not any ordinary CEO.
"I'm a fucking Mafia."