Page 21 of Lorenzo's Claim

“I’m not about to stand here and say please so you do as you’re told.” I declared, my voice still tinged with frustration. Although I had managed to steady my breathing a little, the tension in my shoulders revealed I was far from fully composed.

“Then, no, I won’t be asking Red to take me.”Why was she being so damn difficult?!

“You are not going with Charlie,” I snapped, pulling her body into mine as she fit perfectly.

“You mean Chad?” She asked, arching her brow.

“I don’t care if his name’s Tom, Dick, or Harry. You’re not going with him.”

“I am. So either you remove your hands yourself or I’ll remove them in a way I see fit, and it won’t be friendly,” she threatened.

“Ana—”

“No, Lorenzo. I will do as I like. You cannot lock me up in here until I choose to obey. It’ll never work.” Her voice softened as she spoke calmly, trying to get through to me.

I could hear the sound of the engine running outside before the dick who was driving sounded his horn to signal her to hurry up.

“Don’t even think about it,” I warned, my voice nowhere near as calm as hers. “I’ve already told you not to test me.”

“Or, what? What are you going to do about it?” She turned her back to me, her ass pressing against me. She knew exactly what she was doing whether she meant to or not.

“Fuck you right here. And let everyone hear you scream the name of the man you belong to.” I watched her face closely as she glanced up at me over her shoulder. Her pupils dilated a minuscule amount as her lips parted and she swallowed hard. “Is that what you want, Ana?” I growled against her ear as her breath hitched in her throat, something she tried to hide.

“I have somewhere I need to be.” She sighed.

“Then let someone I trust take you.” I whispered, trying my best to relax.

“I’m not going to keep repeating the same part of this argument.” She groaned with irritation as she pushed my body away from her with her ass. “Goodbye, Lorenzo,” she whispered, ignoring everything I just said as she yanked the door open with force.

“Anastacia, I don’t trust that man,” I roared as she descended the outside steps.

“I don’t need you to trust him,” she shouted back, not caring what I said or thought.

She opened the car door as I screamed her name, only to be ignored. She exchanged a few words with that smug cunt in the front seat before he revved the engine.

“Red!” I shouted, my voice echoing through the hallway

“Want me to follow them?” he asked.

“Yes, do it now. Don’t lose them, and let me know exactly where my troublesome wife needed to go.”

“Already on it.” He nodded before heading to the garage to his car.

After calling the front gate to stall them for just long enough so Red could catch up without being seen, I called her phone a ridiculous number of times.

Voicemail, brilliant.

She really was intending to test my patience, wasn’t she?

“Gino, cancel the meetings outside the house for the day or move them here. I want to be here when she decides to return,” I snapped, sparking up a cigarette.

“Mate, I think you should maybe give her some space when she returns. I’d rather not clean up a bloodbath between you both tonight.”

“With all due respect, Gino, she went against me today. She ignored my word, and you know my word is final,” I seethed. “The only blood you’ll be cleaning up tonight will be hers if she doesn’t start to fucking listen.”

“Lorenzo, you wouldn’t hurt her.” He sounded so sure of himself.

“You have no idea of the things that woman would drive me to.” I sighed.

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