Chapter 24

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Lorenzo's POV
Snatching my suit jacket from off the coat rack that had been located near the door, I draped the deep gray material over her body, unable to suppress my smile when she snuggles comfortably in my jacket, in my scent.

She has no idea how much I struggled to keep from fucking her senseless. The ethereal beauty has her claws deep within me. And no matter how much I try to pull them out, her claws continue to sink deeper and deeper until I have no choice but to accept the fact that I am hers forever.

I had established from the very beginning that she belonged to me. But in the end, she's made it abundantly clear that she belonged to no one, and that I'm the one who belonged to her.

She's proven herself to be both a formidable opponent and ally. And as a result, the little bunny rabbit is no more. I now stare at a majestic lion equal in strength and power, if not more. A true Queen who rules beside her Kingly husband.

Knocking at my door severs the connection to my thoughts, and I rush to slip back on my underwear. Opening the door, Javier stands in the hallway with a bottle of scotch and two glasses in hand.

"Care to do a little celebrating?"

Celebrating?

He couldn't possibly know that Rosalie and I have officially consumated our marriage. We just had sex. And unless he was standing outside my office like a pervert, then there's no way he could know that quickly. So it had to be for something else.

"What for?"

I glanced back at Rosalie, who was still peacefully sleeping on the couch. When I brought my attention back to Javier, he was craning his neck to see inside the room.

"Why are you whispering?" He eyed my attire, or lack thereof, as if just realizing that I was standing in my underwear. "And where are your clothes?" He smiled, squinting his eyes at me. "Is there someone in there? Perhaps a curly haired Fierri?"

"That's none of your business. Now tell me what is it we are supposedly celebrating?"

He squealed like a little girl, his face lighting up with excitement. I shoved him away from the door, glancing back at Rosalie to make sure she was still asleep.

She shifted, but remained deep in sleep. I growled at Javier. "If you wake her up, I swear I'll-"

"So Rosalie is in there!" He whisper-yelled, still smiling like a proud father.

"Yes," I admitted. "Which is why I need you to shut the fuck up, before you wake her up." I gave him another shove, pushing him further down the hall.

When we were far enough from my office, I had Donny bring me a pair of pants. After putting them on, Javier and I sat down on the couch in front of the fireplace.

He poured each of us a glass and handed me my own. "I guess we have two things to celebrate now. You finally being able to avenge your father's death, and to finally getting your uptight ass laid."

"Wait, what do you mean?" I asked, Javier clinking our glasses together, before finishing his scotch with one gulp. "You found them?"

"Yep. I had Gabriel pay someone to kill the first two and make it look like a suicide. And as for our last victim, Gabriel tracked him down, tortured the dumb fuck for twelve hours and found out something very interesting."

Javier laughed, his entire upper body shaking as he poured himself another glass. "You're not going to believe this, but apparently, the guy you punched for putting his hands on your woman at the club awhile back, is the same one who hired those three idiots to kill your father."

"What?"

"That's not even the craziest part. The guy's name is Maxwell Lastra, founder of Inferno."

"Isn't that the same organization where Rosalie was trained to become an assassin?"

"Si davvero, amico mio(Yes indeed, my friend)."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I didn't want to believe that Rosalie could be plotting to kill me. Especially after just having gave herself to me.

I stared at my trembling hands. She wouldn't betray me, would she? If she had, then I didn't want to waste anymore time trying to figure out whether or not she had betrayed me. I needed to hear from her myself.

"Wake. Her. Ass. Up," I instructed the two of my men standing guard at the front entrance.

Javier frowned. "Oh come on. You don't really think she knew about all of this, do you?" I ignored him, to in which he reached over and angrily grabbed me by the collar of my shirt. "Don't you dare fucking hurt her, Enzo!" He shouted in my face.

I was too blinded by my wife's betrayl to see reason. I was hurt, angry, and disappointed. Just when my hate for her was beginning to falter, she turns around stabs me again. Only this time it's in my back. The same back she dug her nails into while I fucked her just moments ago.

I pushed Javier off me and chucked my glass across the room. The glass hit a wall, shattering into pieces. "Damn it!"


"Enzo, you need to calm down. You're losing control again."

I wasn't listening to Javier. My mind was racing and I really felt like killing something. I began pacing back and forth across the floor.

"She betrayed me. She fucking betrayed me."

"You don't know that. You're jumping to conclusions."

"Am I?" I snapped back, whipping around to face my concerned friend. "She's hated me since the beginning, Javi."

"Don't act like you didn't hate her just as much, Enzo. You could have just as easily plotted to kill her as well. But you didn't. Now why do you think that is?"

"Because she intrigued me."

"Cazzata(Bullshit)! You're more than just intrigued by her and you know it!"

"Yeah, maybe so. But it's too late now, because she's dead to me."

"Boss! She left you a note," Gabriel said rushing over to hand me the note.

Merda(shit)...

It smells just like her.

The note read:

"If you want answers, then I'll be in room 104 at the Hilton Garden Inn."

-Your wife, Rosalie

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