Page 123 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

“Who are you?” I fear I already know the answer.

“Andre hasn’t told you about me?” He pretends to look hurt, pressing a hand to his heart. “I’m offended.”

“Lorenzo,” I whisper, my voice catching in my throat.

Lorenzo chuckles, rubbing his hands together as he eyes me.

“Very good. I was worried for a moment that Andre had tricked you, hiding his true identity and life for fear of scaring you off.”

“I know who he is, what he does.” I try to speak with confidence.

“Interesting…” Lorenzo climbs to his feet. “And what has he told you about me?”

I blink, trying to muster up a lie, to think back to that news article which linked Lorenzo and Andre together—the very one that revealed Andre’s true life to me. But I come up short, and Lorenzo seems to realize it as he lets out a bark of a laugh.

“Well, I must say I’m surprised, Lila.” He frowns. “I would have at least thought Andre would have told you of our history.”

“We don’t waste our breath speaking about scum like you,” I spit, baring my teeth.

“Feisty.” Lorenzo chuckles. “I can see why Andre likes you.”

“What are you going to do to me?” The longer I keep him talking, the longer Andre has to find me. There’s no way he hasn’t realized what’s happened by now. Rosa would have given in and called him when I didn’t show up at the club?—

Rosa.

My stomach churns at the thought of her alone at that club. I only hope that Andre got to her before anything bad happened.

“We’re going to have some fun, you and I.” Lorenzo crouches back down in front of me, reaching out to run a calloused finger along my cheek.

I flinch beneath his touch, cowering back against the brick wall, trying to shield my half-naked body from him.

“One thing you should know about me, Lila, is that I take great pleasure in torturing people. I like to inflict so much pain that my victims beg to die. I want to see their pale flesh stained red with blood.” His eyes rake over my body, a wicked gleam in his eye.

I try to keep my face neutral, almost bored, but I can feel the blood drain from my face at the thought of what will happen to me if Andre doesn’t make it in time. What will happen to my baby…

“Is that all?” I raise my eyebrows.

I see through Lorenzo’s façade.

He’s no different to any man whose masculinity is threatened, except he has the power to kill you and sweep you under the rug as if you never existed. He wants to instill fear, make me cower. This is already part of the torture, the psychological part of it.

It might be working, but I will do my best to not let it show. I just have to keep breathing until Andre gets here.

“Oh, no, sweet Lila. Once your skin is dyed red, I plan on chaining you by your wrists and ankles, spreading those soft thighs of yours, and fucking you, over and over until you finally scream my name with pleasure.”

I have to swallow down the vomit that starts to fill my mouth at Lorenzo’s words.

“And trust me, I won’t stop until you do.” He licks his lips as his eyes flick over my shaking body.

“No,” I breathe, my armor faltering.

“Then, Lila, when I am finally done with you, I will likely sell you at an auction to the highest bidder. And with a body like that, I’m guaranteed to make a small fortune. Though not as much as you would normally go for, considering you’ve already been sullied by a De Luca. In which case, I might just save myself the trouble and slit your throat while I’m still buried inside you.”

My throat burns as I swallow back bile.

“Why not just kill me now? I have no information to offer you.”

Lorenzo laughs, the grating sound echoing around the damp cell.

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