Chapter 4

The door closed with a resounding bang as I entered my room. "Hey, Janet," I greeted my roommate.

"Oh you're here" she said with a smile

"Yeah" I replied slowly wondering why she was smiling at me like that.

She gasped and walked towards me touching my face. "He hurt your pretty face." She said with a pout. "What an asshole."

"It's not that bad" I replied with a smile and sat on my bed. The past few months I've been here, Me and Janet grew closer. I mean the first few weeks, alI I ever received in response to anything I said was a grunt and her attention was always on her books.

But with time we both came to understand each other and I realized Janet was just like me kidnapped and looking for a way out even though she had been here longer than me. I misjudged Janet when we first met. She was like the sunshine in this forsaken place, hiding under the cloak of darkness.

"Of course it's not that bad." She sat down beside me, "After Mr Lorenzo saved you." She said and nudged me with her elbow.

"What are you talking about?" I replied, chuckling at her statement.

"Margot!, Get her some ice packs and stop her bleeding" She mimicked Lorenzo's voice with seriousness.

"That's not what happened." I snorted. "And how do you even know that?" She looked at me like I'm crazy.

"Hello!! Everyone saw that '' She smiled and closed her eyes squealing. "Mr Lorenzo might be a bad guy but he is so fucking hot!!" With that statement she plopped down on my bed with her eyes closed, probably daydreaming of Lorenzo. She seemed to have a crush on Lorenzo just like every other girl here. I believe it was Stockholm syndrome

"Hey,hey get off my bed right now." I said with a laugh.

"Hell no" she replied with her eyes still closed. "Just let me fantasize in peace bitch."

"Janet!!!" I yelled.

After a quick shower, I crawled into bed, huddled up under the covers, and gazed at the ceiling. It had been three months since I was kidnapped and sold into the Mafia. My life has been put on hold, and I was living like a completely different person with no family or friends. I was not surprised that no one came looking for me, I didn't have expectations anyways.

Letting out a deep groan, I shifted to another side of the bed, trying to find a comfortable spot ignoring the creaking sound it made. My mind drifted back to the incident at the club tonight.

I had been tending bar, taking orders from some of our clients when suddenly, I felt a body press against me, and a pair of hands underneath my skirt.

It was morning when I opened my eyes, trying to blink away the sleep. Memories of last night began flooding in and my face starts to heat up. The bed was soft and comfortable, and the sun was streaming through the window, casting a warm glow on the room.

I rolled over to my side and stared at Lorenzo who was still asleep. He looked so handsome in his sleep, his features were calm showing a vulnerable side of him I'd never seen before. I slowly stretch my hand out, reaching for his face.

The moment I touched him, his eyes flickered open staring back at me. I tried to retract my hand but he stopped me, he placed his hand at my back and pulled me closer. As Lorenzo pulled me close, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I wasn't sure what to expect from him, but I could not deny the chemistry between us.

He looked into my eyes, his gaze intense and unreadable. "I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression last night," he murmured, his voice low and serious. "It was just a one-night thing, nothing more." My heart dropped. All my hopes and expectations of what could be between us crumbled to dust. I tried to act calm and collected, but deep down, I was a hot mess.

He slowly let go of my hand, got up and began to dress. "Wait what" I asked, sitting up. "What do you mean? So you're trying to tell me last night meant nothing to you at all?"

He ignored me and started buttoning up his shirt. I got up in annoyance putting on my shirt to cover up. "Lorenzo! I'm talking to you." I walked up to his face. I knew I shouldn't have acted like that but his words hit me deep.

I actually thought last night would have at least meant something to him. Lorenzo finished buttoning up his shirt and stared at me so coldly. All the emotions I witnessed but a moment ago are gone.

"Mariana,what happened last night was nothing serious. It was a one night stand, I'm sure you know what that means." He picked up his car keys and phones. "You're not the first to end up in my bed and I'm pretty sure you won't be the last so suck it up and stop being such a crybaby about it. Declan would take you back to the hostel once you're fully dressed" he said and with that he left the room without sparing me another glance.

"I understand," I whispered to him but he was already gone. I began to tremble slightly, fighting back the tears that were threatening to come. I slumped down on the bed trying to grasp the situation, trying to let all what he said sink in.

"You're not the first to end up in my bed and I'm pretty sure you won't be the last." Those words echoed in my head. A knock on the door jolted me out of my thoughts.

"Please get dressed quickly so we can be on our way." Declan said through the door. I slowly got up and began to get dressed. I couldn't believe I thought I meant something to Lorenzo. I should have known I was just setting myself up for heartbreak, I knew, but I just chose to ignore it all.