Healed By Love

CHAPTER 29

LORENZO'S POV

The room dimly illuminated by LED lights on the walls and ceiling brings back certain memories that I had kept locked in my mind for the past three weeks. Feelings that had been buried deeper that six feet now resurface to the top to haunt me. The music streams into the room through the small speakers into the room, engulfing it.

The last time we went to a club, things went south quickly regarding the Russians and especially a certain woman with emerald eyes but I needed to get out of that house before I did things I did not want to do.

I need time and space to think and gather my thoughts. The club might not be the ideal place for self reflection but it works for me. It always did. I somehow found solace in the dark rooms with low music and the alcohol keeping me company.

The burning sensation and the sting that I feel as the liquid flows down my throat always keeps me awake. Despite what some say, I find myself to be sharper and my ability to think clearly increases with the little alcohol in my system.

It only is so because I control how much alcohol I put in my system. I never drank to the point of being totally drunk, nearly passing out, unaware of my surrounding or even tipsy. Usually, I merely have one or two glasses to have me back on track.

Tonight thought, nothing seems to work. The room only seems to bring me back in that room at the Phantom club with none other than Audelia. Everything that happened between us from the beginning till the end keeps playing on replay in my mind.

Even the alcohol seems completely futile. I swirl it slightly in the tumbler glass before downing it entirely at once, barely registering the burn or sting as I swallow the liquid. I keep the glass back on the table in front of me.

"Slow down there big boy. You don't usually drink this much." Giovanni says as he slides the glass away from my reach. I simply roll my eyes, leaning back on the couch.

"He is right." Lucas says over his shoulder as he makes himself a drink at the bar. "Take a break."

"I don't need a break." I grunt, letting out a sigh and I lean my head back.

"What is wrong?" Giovanni asks. "You are clearly bothered about something yet refuse to tell any of us."

"I am fine Gio." I reply, closing my eyes and seeing a pair of green, emerald eyes looking back at me, a fire burning inside them. I open them, not wanting to fall deeper in that image until all I see is her.

Her eyes. Her black, smooth hair. Her dark lashes. The small beauty mark under the side of her lips. Her pink lips that are thin but lightly plumped in the middle. They tease me by simply being there. I just wanted to kiss her once and for all, taste her.

Her voice that keeps resonating in my ears. The feel of her skin on my hand. Her lips on my neck. My lips on her. Everything is still engraved in my mind.

Not talking to her during these past weeks has affected me in ways I don't want to admit. Just like since the night of the gala, she occupies a space of my mind. The only difference is that, that space just keeps growing and growing and so does my want to have her.

"That is what anyone who is not fine will say." He replied, sipping on his own drink.

"Since when did you become a psychologist?" I ask in a bored tone.

"Since you fell into depression." I scoff at his words.

"I am not depressed idiota."

"Sì, sei tu" Lucas joins us on the couch.