Chapter 172: Aww Diavolo You Cutie Pie

SANCIA

Knowing Antonio is under the same roof as me keeps me tossing and turning, my mind caught between anger and fear. Part of me wants to kill the bastard right now and put an end to everything tonight.

But that's impossible with my sister here, not to mention the rest of my family still living under his father's watchful eye.

I don't know what consequences Antonio's death would bring. For now, I have to be patient. We need to fully understand what's happening back home before making a move.

I wonder what Antonio’s real motive was for dragging Isabella all the way to London to get me, because something tells me he’s the one calling the shots, probably not openly, but definitely behind the scenes.

After tonight, I have no doubt he’s using Isabella. Even if it were true that Mama was asking for me, something tells me that wasn't the only reason they are here.

I want to call Lorenzo and tell him that Antonio and Isabella are here. Still, despite all his planning, I’m afraid he’s going to lose it and come here and kill Antonio, which wouldn’t be a bad idea if all my family members are safe and far away from the snake.

So I hesitated, mulling over it until I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed my phone, jumped to my feet, and quickly typed.

Me: Antonio and Isabella are here.

Lorenzo: I'm aware. Are you okay?

My eyes narrowed as I began to pace while typing furiously.

Me: I want to kill him so badly. I want to shoot his kneecaps, cripple him, ask him why he betrayed Papa, then I want to stab him as many times as he stabs my Papa.

Lorenzo: Sancia, don’t be impatient; you’ll get your chance. So promise me you won't do anything rash that will put your life in danger.

I inhaled and exhaled, blinking back tears threatening to spill down my cheeks.

Lorenzo: Promise me, mia tigre.

Me: Fine, I promise.

Something occurred to me then.

Me: Can you pull up the cameras in their room? And tell me what they're talking about?

Lorenzo: What cameras?

As though I didn’t know him well enough, although it’s just a wild guess. I have a feeling I'm probably right.

Me: You know exactly what cameras I’m talking about.

His silence was all the answer I needed. I snickered. Zetta was right. Know people, and you'll know their mannerisms.

I sat on my bed while I waited for him to reply when his text came through again.

Lorenzo: Keep your door locked; I’m coming over.

What?

I jumped up just as one of my windows slid open, and a dark figure slipped into my room. I knew it was Diavolo, looking as if he were carved from shadows with his build and dark clothes.

I hurriedly ran to the door and locked it before hurrying back towards him and meeting him halfway, my heart pounding with anxiety.

“Why are you here?” I whispered, “Didn’t you tell me not to kill him, and now you’re here about to do it yourself?”

He pulled me to him and kissed me hard. For a few seconds, I allowed myself to melt into him, then I remembered the situation and pushed him back.

“Why are you here?” I whispered as though Antonio was inside the room with us.

He smirked, brushing my hair from my neck. “Relax, I’m not here to kill him.”

I frowned. “You’re not?” I narrowed my eyes at him suspiciously. “Why don’t I believe you?”

His lips twitched. “I made a promise to you; I’m not breaking it. I will let you kill the stronzo yourself.”

I sighed. “Then why are you here?”

He pulled me closer. “You ran before I could wake up and fuck you again.”

I bit my lips, my stomach suddenly fluttering, my walls clenching. All he had to do was say a sentence, and my body was fully his again.

“No, no, no, no. We can't do that here,” I said, pushing him away.

“Why the hell not?” Lorenzo growled, yanking me back.

“It’s too dangerous; what if they heard us? What if Isabella decides to come and talk, and Antonio follows her?”

He arched his brow. “At this time?”

I shrug. “You never know.”

He sighs, “If that really happens, then I’ll be forced to kill the bastard, but what will not happen is me not fucking my wife because I’m afraid the asshole will hear.”

Before I could object, Lorenzo swept my feet from under me and took me to the bed. My back hit the mattress just as his body blanketed mine, his mouth covered mine with a low groan that stole any resistance from my bones.

It was some time later; we were in my bed, sated and contented, barely covered with my sheets, Lorenzo flat on his stomach over my thighs, my back against the propped-up pillows, while my fingers traced over the scars and tattoos on his back.

There were so many of them—raised, faded, and hidden beneath the beautiful dark ink covering his skin. The sight made my heart ache and filled me with curiosity about the story behind each and every scar.

I traced another finger-length scar before leaning down to press a soft kiss against it. Goosebumps rippled across his skin, and something about seeing how deeply I affected him made warmth bloom in my chest.

One day, I'm going to ask him all about them, how he got them, and where. But that day is not today; soon, though, very soon.

“I’ve decided I’m going back home with them.”

Lorenzo's body suddenly tensed beneath mine, and he shifted. Before I could move, he'd reversed our position with his back now leaning against the headboard, and me straddling his naked thighs, his eyes hooded when the sheets slid down.

I hurriedly grabbed the sheets and wrapped them around me, which covered both our tidbits.

“I figured you would, but are you sure? You don’t know what that bastard is really capable of or what he's planned,” Lorenzo replied, cupping my face with one hand, thumb brushing my jaw softly, his brows knitted as those intense eyes darkened with his thoughts.

I nodded. “I’m sure. Besides, isn’t that the plan—find out what his plans are? We won’t find out unless I go with them. Right now it’s like we're watching through a window. We don’t know how my family is or what’s going on with my famiglia.”

Lorenzo's jaw ticked. “It’s risky; I don’t like the idea of you anywhere near that bastard,” he gritted. I went to say something quickly, but he placed his finger on my lips.

“But I understand; we’ll keep in touch. I’ll give you a burner phone. So you can contact me if you feel anything is wrong; you call me to come get you, you understand?”

I nodded. “I do, which is why I’m not going with Dario. He'll stay with you and Zetta.”

He frowns. “Won’t that raise their suspicion? Not that I’m opposed to the idea; hell, I’ll stop you if I knew you’d listen to me.”

A smile broke on my face at his unexpected words. I never thought I would live to see this day.

He arched his brow. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Are you okay? Do you have a fever or something?” I touched his neck and forehead. “I can't believe you're not trying to stop me.”

Diavolo rolled his eyes so hard it's a wonder he didn't give himself a concussion. “I told you I was going to try.”

I grab his face fast and smack a kiss on his lips. “Aww, Diavolo, you cutie pie. It's adorable that you’re finally learning,” I croon as though I was talking to a baby.

His lips twitched, eyes gleaming with amusement. “Behave yourself before I change my mind.”

“You wouldn't,” I whispered, still smiling. He leaned closer for another kiss, but I quickly placed my palm on his chest, pushing slightly.

“On a serious note. They'll probably suspect something, but after how they treated us two years ago, it makes sense that I’m reluctant to take my son anywhere near the Vicenzo famiglia.”

Lorenzo's eyes darkened. He dragged me closer until a certain part of him poked me, but we both ignored it.

He cupped my face, his voice dropped to that tender voice I'm still trying to get used to. “I'm sorry for all you went through because of me. I should have been there for you and Dario, and it pains me that I wasn't.”

My heart ached in a good way because I could see and feel the sincerity in his words. Lorenzo wasn't one to say what he didn't mean.

I smiled at him before kissing the palm of his hand. “You were dying at the time, so there’s really nothing to be sorry about.”

“I know, but I also want you to know that you'll never suffer like that ever again. I'll protect you and Dario always.”

“I know,” I whispered, kissing his lips to shut him up before he apologized again. Lorenzo takes control of the kiss, his hands dragging me over his erect cock and driving into me fully.

We both moan, kissing each other as we rock and slide together, until we both reach climax and then fall into each other's arms.

Sweaty, panting, and completely exhausted, my eyes begin to flutter closed.

“There’s something else I want you to know,” Lorenzo said, making me tense.

“It's about your sister.”