Chapter 29


    LORENZO POV


    The drive back to Dark Woods was haste, very rushed and Verzi stepped on it like he was chasing the


    wind. The silence was heavy in the car, the tension so thick you can cut it with the steak knife. Only the


    hard, savage pounding of my heart could be heard.


    Leigh-Ari hated me.


    And I got myself to me for that. She was right about everything she spouted and yes I deceived her


    and disguised myself as someone else. Someone kind, loving, decent and cool. I took advantage of her


    memory loss and yed her because I was just as shrewd as it gets. I was selfish, inconsiderate, and


    very possessive of my own shit!


    And I did what I did because I had to. Is that too much to understand? I did it because I had no choice.


    She belongs in Dark Woods with us. Not in some small crappy and tiny apartment in Cyprus.


    She belonged here, with her two men. Why couldn’t she understand that? Why run away from us as


    soon as she arrived here? 1


    I turned to look at her to find her looking outside the car window at the scenery passing by. The


    beautifully soft, velvet Gi sweater looking good on her angelic figure. Her face was red, tear-stained


    and her lips were slightly parted. The handprint of Vernero’s p visible and evident on her delicate,


    smooth skin.


    I held out my hand in an attempt to take hers, to hold her and say all the things I couldn’t utter with just


    our physical contact; but she was quick to draw hers back, leaving my hand to grasp the cold leather


    seat of the car.


    The silent rejection pierced straight to my heart, rendering me breathless in just a blink of an eye. I


    swallowed audibly and drew mine back, then looked at Vernero to find him watching the blow in the


    rearview mirror..


    He saw it!


    The deep angry furrows deepened on his forehead, and he angrily stepped on the elerator, swerving


    down the wet roads towards Dark Woods. No words were said, just pure animosity and hatred resonating


    hard from Leigh-Ari, utmost anger and rage radiating heavy from Vernero as the seconds ticked by. As


    for me, I was muddle-headed. I didn’t know how to feel, let alone what to say.


    Upon reaching the castle, Vernero mmed the brakes causing the car to stop abruptly. Leigh –Ari was


    quick to open the door and run outside, but her short legs couldn’t carry her far before I grabbed her by


    her lean waist and mmed her body on mine. Her face looked up and her beautiful brown fell on mine


    and the look on her face took all the words right out of my mouth,


    Vernero sensed the awkward energy around me and quickly whisked Leigh-Ari from my hold, threw him


    on the shoulder, and left with her caveman style.


    I came trailing behind them, with Leigh-Ari still and silent on Vernero’s shoulder.


    The look on her face dared me to do or say anything to her. She was feisty and very deep, that I knew.


    But that look, that look alone was enough to make my ten years utterly miserable. Instead of following


    Vernero down the stairs, I took the ones for the west wing. After he was done with Leigh, he woulde


    and tell me all that had transpired. As for me, I couldn’t. I couldn’t bear to hurt her again!


    as


    Else I was going to lose her.


    VERNERO POV


    Walking down the stairs with her weight on me kind of soothed the raging storm inside me. I was going to


    punish her, yes, but I wasn’t going to break her. Our treasure just needed to know that there are


    consequences for crossing us, not anything else.


    She was our beautiful angel that deserved to be loved and cherished. 1


    She wriggled a bit in my hold, pulling me from my daze for a second. I turned a bit and my cheek ran


    smack-dab into her lush, plump and soft butt-cheek that was mped tight in the soft pants that matched


    her sweater. That act only got me so rock hard that my pants suddenly felt tight. Too tight to even walk. I


    cleared my throat a bit,


    “Be still,” I pped shortly and her breathing stopped. I continued down the stairs with her breathing so


    slow and very quiet.


    I stopped in front of the door of the steam room, put my finger on the sensor and the door responded


    with a soft click and then swived open.


    I stepped inside a very heated, steam-covered space and began sweating out of my own skin. I gently


    pulled her off my shoulder and ced her on her feet, in front of me. Her lean body snuggled to my


    torso, fitting like a glove. I smoothed the strands that were in her face and gently massaged the cheek


    that was inmed from the p.


    “Don’t anger me, Tesoro.” I purred gently and continued massaging her cheek.


    “I don’t want to hurt you.” She remained still and silent as death. Her eyes not blinking, only glued on me


    like she was staring right into my soul. I took a step back and another walked out of the steam room and


    locked the door behind me, leaving her in there to atone for her sins of talking back to us. But most


    importantly, of trying to leave us.


    The walk to the West Wing was quick, and soon, I walked into the lounge to find Enzo drowning her balls


    and sorrows in liquor.


    “Get it together.” I walked to the wine cabin and retrieved a whisky ss, then poured me a good amount


    and perched myself opposite him.


    “For someone telling me to get my shit together, you sure look worse.” He contradicted, and then


    chucked down the remaining liquid in his ss before mming it too hard on the table


    We fell into a deep, long pregnant silence, none of us daring to speak out first. But as twins, what


    bugged him did bug me too. I felt him and his fears, his thoughts, and pains. I felt everything that was


    going on in that pretty head of his.


    “You shouldn’t have hit her.” He intoned after a long moment of golden silence,


    “I know,” I replied shortly. I knew I shouldn’t haveid a hand on her. I knew that was a wrong move and I


    had to make it up to her.


    ‘Where did you lock her?”


    “In the steam room!” He nodded softly and got up to refill his ss.


    “Not bad. The steam will also help soothe her body. She must te tired.”


    “Hmmm.”


    “Are the cameras working?”


    “Yeah. I installed new cameras before flying to Turkey. She will be fine.”


    We conversed for a few hours, our topic revolving around her only.


    Time seemed to have frozen when Leigh-Ari was on our tongues, she was what made our world spin


    around.


    Right on the clock, the hurried sound of heels clicking against the hard tiled floor was heard. since I was


    facing forward, I couldn’t see who it was but only Valerie and Ciello were allowed i n the west wing, only


    under special circumstances. When there was an emergency, when she was going to sleep here or


    discuss business with Enzo. I wasn’t a business geek so their shit was always theirs. Never bothered.


    “What is it, Valerie?” Enzo asked with furrowed brows.


    “It’s madam.” Her voice was hurried and I turned to find the look on her horror-stricken and very worried.


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    “What about her?” “She passed out!”