Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
“I’m ten.”
“And I’m fifteen, but that hasn’t stopped them.”
There was a sudden screech of tires, and Clarissa turned to see an old beat-up car. It had rust all along the edges, and the tires looked like they were worn right down to the rim. A guy wearing a mask got out, and he was shaking.
Isabella screamed, as the gun rose, and Clarissa recalled that the gun had been pointed at her. That day, she was going to die, but then Isabella yelled no and stepped in front of her.
“Hey, are you okay?”
Clarissa opened her eyes and looked at Lorenzo.
He put his hands on her forehead. “You’ve gone pale, as if you’ve seen a ghost.” He rubbed her shoulders and Clarissa couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe.
The guy had been planning to kill her. Why hadn’t she remembered that?
“What is it?”
“Nothing,” Clarissa said.
Lorenzo frowned. “Do you want to get out of here?” she asked.
“Yes. Please.”
He nodded, and she didn’t know how they managed it, but they were able to congratulate the happy couple and say their goodbyes.
“You’re shaking,” Lorenzo said.
His guards were already waiting by the main doors, with the car door open. Lorenzo helped her inside and pulled her into his arms. “What is it? Are you remembering that day?” he asked.
Clarissa looked up at him, and at first she didn’t want to say anything. “He was going to kill me,” she said.
Lorenzo frowned at her. “What?”
“He was going to kill me. I don’t know why, but I was sitting there, and I couldn’t help but remember that day, and Isabella jumped in front of me, to save me. He was going to kill me.”
It was the first time she had said Isabella’s name.
“Did you tell anyone this?” Lorenzo asked.
“No.” She shook her head. She frowned as she recalled that moment now with different clarity. “But he’d made a mistake. He didn’t expect her to jump in front of his gun. He was supposed to kill me that day.”
“Clarissa, babe, are you sure?”
He cupped her face.
“This was ten years ago.”
“I remember. I just don’t talk about it. Why? What’s wrong?”
Lorenzo looked troubled, and she was a little confused as to why. “Because, what you’re suggesting is not just some gang trying to make a name for himself. If he was coming for you, it was a direct hit, and that changes everything.”
“Why does it?”
“Because a hit was ordered, Clarissa. Someone had to have known you, and your routine. What they didn’t anticipate was Isabella risking her life for yours.”
“A hit? Couldn’t it still have been a gang hit?” she asked.
Lorenzo frowned. “It could be, but then it might not be.”
“Do you think it is possible someone within the Colombo Mafia did this?” she asked, not even for a second thinking this could be the case.
“Let’s not think about that right now, and just focus on getting you home.”
She felt shaken to her core. She didn’t even know why the memory of it came to her so suddenly, it made absolutely no sense to her. She felt sick to her stomach.
They arrived home within the hour, and Lorenzo carried her upstairs to their bedroom, where he drew her a bath. He helped her out of her dress and removed her shoes. Finally, the shaking stopped, but the sickness did not. She felt so cold, but the warmth of the bath enveloped her.
Closing her eyes for the briefest of moments, she sunk into the water. Lorenzo was not finished with her, though, and he climbed into the tub behind her, wrapping his arms around her.
“I’ve got you.”
For several minutes she sunk against him, and his arms surrounded her, and there was nowhere else she wanted to be but in his arms.
Lorenzo kissed the top of her head, and she closed her eyes. She felt completely safe in his arms. Slowly, the sickness abated and Lorenzo grabbed a soap and sponge, and began to lather her up.
Once he was done with her, Clarissa turned in his arms, so that she straddled him, and took the soap and sponge from him. At first she lathered up the sponge and began to soap his body, but she felt the sponge got in the way. She tossed that into the water and covered her hands in the soap. The moment she could get her hands on him, she started to rub his body, watching him. Between her thighs, she felt the answering thickness of his cock as he started to get hard at her touch.
“I’m trying to be good here,” he said.
“You don’t need to be good.”
“Clarissa?”
She kissed him and wrapped her arms around his neck, moaning. “I’d like this, Lorenzo. I want you inside me.”
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” He let out a groan.
“Hopefully, blowing your mind, the same way you’re blowing mine.”