Chapter 6 A Saint

~LORENZO~ She didn't answer my question; rather, she only glared at me. With a smirk mouthing on her face, she scoffed, shrugging. "I said this, and I stand by my words; you don't get to introduce me when we aren't yet married to each other." "But we are going to get married, aren't we?" I asked her, and she rolled her eyes furiously at me. The way she rolls her eyes at me, forces my heart to flush as I imagine her face in bed when she moans my name and her close proximity to me. How she happened to be another different person who doesn't feel scared when she's with me still lingers in my head, as this is the only thing that has attracted me to her: her boldness whenever she talks back to me and her glaring eyes whenever she slowly clasps her hands together around her breast. Damn it, believe it or not, she's extremely beautiful, and I couldn't help but keep wanting to be near her, which is quite frustrating and at the same time exhilarating. "So, which is better, perfectly go with me without a question or I forced you to go with me, either way, you may be going with me to see the guest," with a cold demeanor and my blazing eyes, I tell her, and she scoffs. "You wouldn't dare force me to your gathering, will you? "she mumbled. "Perhaps you prefer coming with me into a room rather than the meeting; how about we go get a room and consummate our engagement? I can as well forget about the meeting, "I tell her, with a smirk on my face. I found myself wanting her more, especially with the close intensity between us. Right now, if I don't control myself, I may end up devouring her here. "In your freaking dirty head, I wouldn't willingly give myself to you another time; whatever happened between us that night was a result of being drugged and unsteady." "Or being broken and pained?" I asked her, and she scoffed. "You are reading my life now? "she asked, as she settled in between my hands on her waist. "I don't know; better than never, I wanted to know you more," I shrugged. We both started walking towards the Mafia syndicate. Her eyes narrow down to that of some familiar face, and she beams with happiness as she slowly waves to a beautiful blonde girl who comes rushing towards her immediately. "Sorry, I don't think I can do it with you and your bunch of crime associates; my friend is here, and I need to catch up with her now." She whispered slowly into my ears, and her closeness to me only made my heart throb in my chest. These feelings are quite new to me, and I don't understand why they have some effects on me. I mean, I just met her; why the sudden attraction to her? "What if I refuse?"She rolls her eyes at my question, then smirks. "Better than never; I am not your possession; I would still meet her if you refused," she said, without a glance at me. "You do realize, I already owned you; you are my property. I was marrying you to sponsor your family company project, you do know right, "I reminded her, and she scoffed, shrugging. "That's not any achievement for a constant reminder, and fuck you, you wouldn't control me when this is just a marriage of convenience." She remarked harshly; her words stuck to my heart, and I feasted my fist in a ball, possessively, as I snarled lowly at her. "You'll not leave until I ask you to; better than ever, you are my wife," I grumbled, staring at her, and she paused, folding her arms. She narrowed her eyes steadily at me, with her eyes brow furiously dancing to me. I couldn't help but be drawn to the way she moved her lips and how she slowly bite her bottom lips. "You wouldn't escape this; if you did this the second time, I bet I would do what I have been meaning to do," I groan as I watch her bite her lower lips Seductively. "What is that?” She asked in a swift but yet seductive manner. "Damn it, you are one hell of a lady," I mumble. Her friend was closer, but before she could come to us, I was able to stop her entrance with a dangerous glare, which only ended up scaring her away from us. "I bet that is all. Time to go meet my syndicate," I mumble, with a satisfactory smirk on my face as she whimpers slowly. "Monster, asshole." She cursed slowly at me, her words even though they were more insulting and infuriating. I found myself getting aroused by her words, which I couldn't understand either. "Oh, time for a family portrait. Mr. Antonio wants you and your brother at the family house," Mrs. Antonio said from behind us as I turned to look at her. "I am not your family; why would I want to have a portrait picture with the Antonio's of all people?" As I draw Rosina together, with my hand on her waist, I question Mrs. Antonio, who only smirks without saying a word to me. "I thought as much, I'll skip the family pictures, and my wife would skip too, as it only has something to do with us, and meanwhile, the engagement is over. You can stop your pretense, not like you even wanted me here in the first place," I added to her. I had known Antonio for quite a while now. They are a major threat to my clan and myself, with her husband always trying to meddle in my business. Not only that, we both are mortal enemies. I was more than shocked when the business proposal came to me, and seeing this as an opportunity to slap him in the face, I decided to accept it. Right now, I can only imagine the look of disdain on her face as she smirks. "Your wife didn't tell you the law binding this family? '' "Oh, you mean the woman who is being sold off to me in exchange for a business deal by your low-witted husband?" I asked her coldly. I could feel Rosa 's anger rising to a minimum as her eyes glared dangerously at me . More than ever, I wanted to pick on this corny woman of her stepmother. "Oh, I guess you do know her more than anything, and given that she's a product of a transaction, whenever you are ready, you can come for the portrait photo."