"What a man gotta do? What a man gotta do? To be totally locked up by you?"

- The Jonas Brothers

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⚠️ A mature scene ahead which I think kids under 15 shouldn't read but it's that y'all wouldn't listen, anyway. Continue.

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Lorenzo's voice rings out once we enter the room. The tone is soft and dangerous.

"Father," Christian nods in his direction.

His father looks at me, "And who is this lovely lady?"

"This is Doctor Victoria," He introduces me. "Victoria this is my father. Lorenzo Vasquez."

Lorenzo holds out his hand to me. "Mr. Vasquez," I shake his hand making sure my trip remains firm.

He gives me a half-smile. "Very lovely to meet you. My wife tells me you have been taking good care of her."

I give him a small smile, "Actually that is why I was here." I turn to Karla, "We have to get you operated soon. We shouldn't prolong it. I can't see you go through the chemo anymore."

Karla gives me a tearful smile gesturing me to come towards her. Under the heavy gaze of both father and son, I make my way towards her and sit on the edge next to her.

She takes my hand in hers and with the other hand caresses my cheek. "Thank you, darling girl. For everything you have done."

I give her a weak smile. "Don't thank me, please. I'm just doing my job," I lean forward and peck her cheek. "Get well soon Karla."

I stand up and turn around to see Lorenzo Vasquez staring intensely at me giving nothing away. I ignore him and move towards Christian.

"Christian, please make arrangements to move her to the hospital. The sooner she gets operated the better," I tell him.

"I'll get on it," He gives me a nod. He is too wearing his mask. I inwardly sigh. I don't like this Christian. I like the carefree, playful one.

"I'll leave you guys to it." I turn to the others. "Mr. Vasquez," I nod in his direction and he gives an unnoticeable nod back.

I give Christian a look before I reach the doors and leave.

Rico is waiting outside the door. He gives me a look asking what happened inside. I just nod at him letting him know it wasn't bad.

He exaggerated or maybe I got lucky this time. Lorenzo Vasquez was certainly a powerful man. I could feel his presence in the room even when I was not looking at him.

He demanded attention.

I sigh and walk back upstairs. I sit on the bed and put my head in my hands. I don't know what the days are going to bring. I am always on edge now. My stomach is starting to hurt again.

I stand up and start pacing the room. I shouldn't take so much stress. It's going to trigger my nightmares. My night terrors.

No. This will not happen.

Just don't think about it Victoria. Everything will be fine.

My life's been crazy for the last few weeks. I met a guy. I let that guy stay with me. I came to Italy with him. I found out he's a mafia boss. I find out the people that were after him. They know about me.

It's just too much.

I want my mom back. I miss her. Now that I have Christian someone is out for his life as well.

It's just too much.

I gasp, putting my hand on my mouth as an involuntary sob escapes.

"Victoria?" Christian concerned voice echoes through the room.

I turn around and launch my self on him. He wraps his arms around me cradling me to his chest.

"What happened baby?"

I tighten my arms around him. I can't burden him with my concerns. "It's just the hormones. Don't worry."

He tips my chin up with his hand and gazes into my eyes. "No. It's something else. Tell me what you're thinking."

Oh, he knows me too well.

"I'm just worried about you," I whisper.

"Worried about me?" He asks bemused.

"Yes, I'm worried about you," I chastely kiss his mouth. His expression still remains bemused. "Somebody is after you Christian. How can I not worry about you? Every day you go out and I'm praying for you to come back safely to me."

His expression changes. It's full of adoration, "You don't have to worry about me, baby. I'm fine. I can take care of myself."

Like that helps. "That's not going to stop me from worrying."

He suddenly tangles his hand in my hair and crashes his mouth on mine. I gasp and he takes as an opportunity to slide his tongue in my mouth. I moan when my tongue touches his sending tingles right to my groin.

I move my hands up his shoulders into his hair and tug. He lets out a groan of appreciation and moves his hand to my ass pulling me into him. He moves against me and I can feel his hardness pressing into me.

We are almost out of oxygen but we don't care. He turns us around so that I am against the door and hitches my leg up against his waist.

He thrusts. One. Twice. I moan and he makes a sound of content. It's so seductive. I break our kiss and wildly breathe in some oxygen while Christian kisses along my jaw, down my throat. Nibbling and sucking gently.

"Christian..."

He hums in approval. He gives my leg a squeeze and moves his other to my other leg and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist. His lips are on mine again, covering my gasp.

Our tongues intertwine together and we battle for dominance and of course, he wins. He's such a damn good kisser.

"Your lips are so soft, Mia dea," He whispers against my lips. "I can't stop kissing them."

"Then don't stop," I whisper back.

He groans and turns around taking me to the bed. He gently lays me down on it and hurriedly removes his shoes and jacket.

He back on top of me in a minute. He settles himself between my legs and captures my bottom lip between his teeth, biting gently and sucking it.

His hand goes to my exposed stomach traveling upwards. He pulls me up and Yanks my shirt over my head. He stares at me in my white lacy bra. His eyes go even darker.

"Così dannatamente bella..."

He starts peppering kisses all over my chest. Again sucking and nibbling gently. I move myself due to the sensation, accidentally grinding myself against him. He starts bringing back.

His hand moves under me and with a flick, he undoes my bra. He slides it off me slowly. Once it's off, he drinks me in.

"Gosh baby, you're so beautiful," He says in wonder and appreciation.

I blush under his gaze. "Touch me, Christian, please."

"As you wish baby."

He cups my breast gently and skims his thumb over my nipple, circling slowly, taunting and teasing it. He does this with both hands. He does it again so they distend and harden beneath his sensual touch.

I moan and throw my head back. My body bows off but he holds me down.

"Stay still baby," He moves his fingers faster.

He takes them between his thumb and forefinger. He tugs and twists. Finally, he lowers his mouth on my left nipple sucking gently. My hands move into his hair pulling him towards me. Urging him for more.

"That's right baby," He tugs it with his teeth making me gasp out his name.

He moves his mouth to the other one giving it equal attention.

"Say my name baby," He sucks harder making me cry out his name. "That's right baby. You taste so good. So soft..."

I tug his hair, "Christian please..." I don't know what I'm begging for.

"Shh, I'm here." He starts to grind himself against me harder.

He brings his mouth back to mine. My fingers reach for his shirt unbuttoning it. I touch his naked chest moaning.

A loud ring fills the room. Christian reluctantly breaks off contact and reaches in his pocket.

"What?" His snaps his eyes still on me darkened with desire.

He closes his eyes and clenches his jaw. "I'm coming in ten." He hands up and throws his phone on the bed.

"I'm sorry love, I have to go." He rolls his eyes, "Work."

I pout, "I can't convince you to stay?"

"I wish," He sighs then chastely kisses me again and gets up. I also sit up. My hair falls in front of me covering me form his intense gaze.

He goes into the closet and brings back his t-shirt and puts it on me. He helps me pull off my shorts and tucks me in bed.

"You should rest. It's late," He kisses my forehead.

I pout, "I wish you didn't have to go."

"Me too," he sighs.

"Come back safely to me please," I say caressing his beautiful face.

"Okay," He promises. "Get some sleep, Angel. Goodnight."

He turns off the light as I whisper back the words, "Goodnight."

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Will be come home safe??

-Ayla ♪