When italian mafia falls in love with an indian singer
The sound of his phone ringing makes me back away as I look at his phone lying on his bed. But he grips my jaw forcing me to look back at him.
"Focus on me."
He says as his lips starts peppering...
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I gaze up at the dark inky night. It's pure black. No stars shining in the sky and no sight of moon radiating it's glow.
After that incident Lorenzo brought me back in the house. He took me into his room. I was pretty shaken up. We didn't say much. I just kept holding onto him till I fell asleep and he also embraced me without any complaint.
When I woke up he was gone. I didn't want to leave the room alone. It's better to be just by mself then be out there with sick people like that man.
His demonic face flashes in front of me. The look of pure evil and bitterness as he groped me without my consent disregarding my pleas of mercy.
My breath picks up and I feel myself precipitate heavily. The feeling of helplessness which I felt before starts to sink in again even though I am alone physically but my mind is preoccupied in that mishap.
The noise of sudden door opening startles me as I turn around abruptly looking in terror at the door. But my worries subside as I see Lorenzo standing on the door.
I close my eyes in relief and take deep breaths to calm myself down but still I feel myself going breathless.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Lorenzo asks as he comes besides me.
He rubs my back reassuringly as I hunch over a bit feeling unsteady. The sudden array of emotions I just felt is a bit too much.
Taking me by surprise Lorenzo picks me up. He moves around the room and sits back on a chair with me in his lap.
"Sweetheart, look at me." He says and gently cups my face making me look at him. I look at his face.
I don't know what it is about him but his face just exudes comfort.
"Now take a deep breath baby." "Come on." He gently coaxes me
I do as he says and take in a deep shaky breath.
"That's my girl." He cooes me.
"Now can you do it again baby?"
I nod and do as he says. We do it a few time till my breathing is stable again.
As I feel myself getting stable I lay my head on his chest breathing in his familiar colonge. We both don't say anything just lay like that basking in each other. Being this close to him after so long feels good, really good. He also keeps gently patting my head and rubbing my back.
I look at his other hand holding me. His knuckles are all red and bruised. I turn his hand and pull it closer observing his injuries.
"What is it sweetheart?" He asks
"Your knuckles, you need to put an ointment." I say lightly feathering his injuries.
"Don't worry about it. I am fine." He says dismissing it.
