Chapter 6 - chapter 6: Anged ,tears and humiliation.

Lorenzo (hoarse, icy voice)

_Who is this guy who allows himself to put his feet in my living room?

The brutal tone cracked like a whip. Chloe jumped, out of breath, as Lorenzo stared at the delivery man with such violent intensity that you would have thought he was going to eat him alive. His gaze was bloody, without the slightest trace of pity.>

Delivery man (hesitating, trying to remain calm)

_ Good evening sir, I…

Lorenzo (red with anger, cutting sharply)

_ You shut your big mouth if you don't want me to rip your jaw off. I'm talking to the woman.

The delivery man immediately looked down, his hands sweating. The panic was clear on his face: no one could resist Lorenzo's threatening aura.

Chloe (voice trembling, trying to explain)

_ It's just the delivery man, your mother sent him to…

Lorenzo (imposing, aggressive tone)

_And you, do you find it normal to let a stranger into MY house? In MY living room? Did you hit your head or something?

Chloe rolled her eyes and sighed loudly, her mouth parted as if she wanted to laugh despite the tension.

Chloe (half-serious, half-sarcastic)

_ Wesh calm down, big guy, he's not a murderer, he's a delivery guy. The guy just came to drop off some bags, relax a little, man, you're not going to explode over three packages.

SPLASH.

Chloe (strangled cry of pain)

_ Aaaaaaah!

The slap came so violently that the noise echoed throughout the room. Chloe fell backwards and collapsed to the ground, her hand pressed against her burning cheek. His eyes misted instantly, but his gaze burned with fury. The delivery man remained petrified, his eyes wide as if time had just stopped.

She gritted her teeth, trembling but unable to contain her rage.

Chloé (furious, voice breaking)

_ But are you sick or what?! Why are you slapping me now? Seriously, what did I do wrong?!

Lorenzo slowly turned his glare towards the delivery man, his eyes blazing with anger. His jaw clenched, his veins bulging on his neck, his whole body exuded rage.

Lorenzo (imposing voice)

_If you don't get out of my house within three seconds, I promise I'll make you happy, you stupid idiot.

The delivery man, petrified by Lorenzo's dry and sharp tone, immediately lowered his head. Without saying a word, he gently walked around the young man, avoiding his gaze, and left the living room with rapid steps. As soon as he entered the door, Lorenzo slammed it violently behind him, the noise echoing like thunder throughout the house.

Then, without giving Chloe time to breathe, he suddenly lowered himself, grabbed her arm and roughly pulled her to face him. His fingers tightened around her arm with such force that it was as if he wanted to crush her bones.

Chloe grimaced, her lips trembling, trying in vain to free her trapped hand. His heart was beating wildly, torn between fear and anger.

Chloe (trembling voice)

_ Let me go, you bastard! Who do you think you are? What do you think, that I'm your slave or something? You don't have the right to hit me whenever you want. I will…

Lorenzo (eyes red with rage)

_ Did I forbid you, yes or no, from calling me "guy"? You think I'm your equal, right? Are you actually kidding me? Answer, kid!

His words cracked like whiplashes. His eyes burned with cold violence, ready to devour.

Chloe, on the verge of tears, her voice almost breaking into sobs, begged while squirming:

Chloe (nearly crying)

_ Let me go… you're hurting me… ouch!

But Lorenzo squeezed tighter, his hot, ragged breath hitting her face.

Lorenzo (imposing, icy voice)

Next time I come home and see another man in MY living room… I will kill you. Did you catch what I said?

Chloe nodded frantically, tears streaming down her cheeks like pouring rain. His face was flooded with pain, unable to hide anything. Finally, Lorenzo loosened his grip and pushed her away sharply before turning on his heel.

Without another glance, he strode up the stairs, his heavy steps sounding like threats.

Chloe, devastated, remained frozen for a few seconds before collapsing on the sofa. She curled up on herself, legs drawn against her chest, her hand rubbing the bruised area on her arm. Every pulse of pain reminded him of Lorenzo's brutality. His cheeks still burned from his morning slaps, his neck throbbed with every breath, and now the pain in his arm was spreading throughout his body like poison.

Her tears flowed uncontrollably, blurring her vision. This time, even his usual humor could no longer mask his suffering.

Chloe (whispering, voice broken by sobs)

_ I hate him... this bastard. I hate him. He's a fucking bastard.

She sniffed, wiped her tears with the back of her sleeve, but they came back immediately. In her chest, rage and pain mixed, leaving her lost between the desire to flee and the desire to scream even louder.

Meanwhile, upstairs in his office, breathless, veins bulging, face flushed with burning anger, Lorenzo sank heavily into his chair, a bottle of whiskey in his hand. His fingers were trembling, but not from fear, but from rage. He brought the bottle to his lips and drank in large gulps, as if to put out the fire consuming his insides. But each sip only reignited the fire.

And this sentence... this damned sentence resonated in his head like a venomous echo:

"Looks like you quickly forgot about 'She.' Your wife is exactly the type I like but don't worry, enjoy first. Before I tear her away from you, as you took "Her" from me. »

His fists clenched until his knuckles turned white. His black gaze was lost in space. Then suddenly he shouted:

Lorenzo (cry of rage)

– AAAAAAAAAH! I DON'T CARE ABOUT THIS KID! YOU CAN FUCK HER IF YOU WANT, ASSHOLE!

The scream shook the walls, resounding like angry thunder. In the silence of the living room downstairs, Chloe jumped. His heart leapt in his chest. The words, spat with icy hatred, were immediately etched in his mind.

She swallowed hard. His hands became clammy, and a cold shiver went up his spine. It was really her he was talking about. He never stopped calling her the kid. But what terrified her the most was this word… "butt".

Chloé (whispering, half-fearful, half-ironic)

- Seriously ? Did he just say stumble? No, is he sick or what?! And then, who exactly is going to kill me?

She pulled her knees closer to her chest, curling up on the couch as if to disappear. His gaze fled in all directions, as if danger would emerge at any moment from the silence that surrounded him. His awkward humor was only fragile armor against the fear that was crushing his stomach.

Upstairs, Lorenzo, already half drunk, was staring into space. His breathing was heavy, his face closed, his features marked by an inner violence that he could not contain. The world around seemed to fade away, as if nothing existed other than this unbearable threat swirling around in his head.

THE DAY AFTER.

The sun had just risen, casting a soft light through the large bay windows of the villa. The silence reigned, almost unreal, as if the whole world was holding its breath. On the sofa, Chloe was curled up on herself, sound asleep. His relaxed features gave him a fragile, almost childish look, as if yesterday had never existed.

That's when Lorenzo appeared. Slowly descending the stairs, his heavy footsteps echoed in the stillness of the morning. Dressed only in black pajama pants, his chest bare, his well-defined muscles contracted with every movement. His messy hair fell on his forehead, further accentuating his indomitable appearance. His hands buried in his pockets, he approached the sofa and stopped short in front of her, his dark gaze fixed on the young woman's silhouette. His eyes shone with mixed annoyance and weariness.

Lorenzo (inner voice)

This kid is just going to get me into trouble, I can tell. My dad really did me a bad job. And what drives me crazy is that she dares to answer me as if we were on the same level. What does she believe, seriously? She doesn't even know who she's talking to. If she continues to act rebellious, she will quickly learn who I really am.

He clenched his jaw slightly, his gaze darkening further.

Lorenzo (inner voice)

I'm still going to dig a little into her... find out what's behind this marriage that she says she accepted just for her old man. Honestly, she's too naive. She thinks that what is marriage? A game? A little movie romance? She doesn't catch anything. She doesn't even know what it means to wake up every morning next to the same guy all her life. And even less so when that guy is me… a guy who carries danger like a shadow stuck to his skin. I live with danger, I feel it every second. Guys who want my skin are everywhere. And the worst part is that I'm going to have to protect her too, because all it takes is for one of my enemies to catch her to get to me. Damn... my father really fucked me up with this marriage, it's a real trap.

He let out a heavy sigh, his gaze still fixed on Chloe, who, without knowing it, was sleeping in the middle of a world that could explode at any moment.

Lorenzo, lost in thought, his eyes fixed on Chloe, suddenly turned his head towards the entrance when he heard the door open. The housewife, Lila, had just appeared, dressed in a black mini-dress which showed off her long, satiny thighs. A provocative smile stretched her red lips, and her eyes shone with a seductive glow.

Lila (from the door)

_ Hello, my darling.

Lorenzo did not answer. He just slowly turned his head towards her, his arms crossed, his expression closed and icy. Lila lurched forward, closed the door behind her and frowned slightly when she saw Chloé sleeping.

Lila (curious)

_Who is this girl?

Lorenzo (imposing voice)

_ Go and prepare my breakfast.

Lila arched an eyebrow, her smile never leaving her lips.

Lila (insistent)

_ But at least answer. What is this one doing here? This is one of your...

Lorenzo (hoarse voice)

_ Get off your ass and go make me breakfast. Don't ask questions. Do your fucking job.

Lila (calmly, with a playful smile)

_ Ok, ok… no need to get upset, baby. I'm going there. But first… wouldn't you like a little morning treat?

She stared into his gaze, a glint of challenge in her eyes. Lorenzo stood still, his arms still crossed, staring at her blankly, as if she were just another distraction in his messy life. Lila, piqued in her pride but still playful, moved closer still, her movements slow, calculated, full of provocation.

She knelt in front of Lorenzo, slid off his pajamas and then his boxers, revealing his long, thick and imposing member, similar to a snake. Without waiting, she took the tip into her mouth, earning a hoarse groan from Lorenzo as he immediately gripped her hair in his hands.

Lorenzo (grunting, deep voice)

_ Damn… are you really trying to warm me up in the morning, are you?

Lila began to suck him eagerly and quickly, like a real pro. Lorenzo, his head thrown back, his hands clenched in Lila's hair, was growling loudly, like a lion.

Lorenzo (groaning)

_ Aaaaaaa… shit… aaaaaa… yeah, go ahead…

Lila's provocative smile did not falter, and she continued her gestures with disconcerting confidence.

The sound of Lorenzo's grunts gently attracted the attention of Chloé, who was still lying on the sofa. Her eyelids opened slowly, confused, as her brain struggled to process what she was hearing. Her eyes landed on Lorenzo and Lila, and surprise froze her in place. She sat up abruptly, a cry of disbelief escaping her throat:

Chloe (screaming)

_ But… what is that?

Lorenzo turned his head towards her, his dark eyes staring at her for a moment. Chloe, overwhelmed by shock, jumped up, trembling, and instinctively put her hands in front of her eyes, trying to protect herself from what she was seeing, unable to tear her gaze away while trying to hide.

Chloe (red with anger)

_Lorenzo, are you kidding me? What is this mess you are making in the living room while I was sleeping peacefully on the couch?

Lorenzo growled, his deep, commanding voice echoing through the room.

Lorenzo (growling, commanding voice)

_ Go to your room if it bothers you and the next time you speak to me in this tone, I will give you a slap that will remind you that this is MY place, MY living room... aaaaaa... yeah, go ahead Lila...

Chloe (red with anger, sarcastic)

_ Have you forgotten that I am your wife? Seriously, how can you let someone else… when I was sleeping next door? Did you ever learn respect for women or something? No, but you are completely sick!

Lorenzo (screaming)

_ Get out of my living room, kid, and control your fucking words if you don't want me to shake you severely!

Chloe jumped, her heart pounding. She shivered in fear but her anger burned even hotter.

Lorenzo (screaming, growling at the same time)

_ GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE… AAAAAAA…

Each word vibrated with mixed authority and desire, his body tense with the pleasure Lila's hickeys gave him. Chloe felt her heart tighten in her chest, overcome by a wave of anger, disgust and frustration. She turned toward the couch, picked up her bags sharply and headed for the stairs at full speed, her rapid breathing betraying her fear and indignation.

She went up the stairs in a hurry, disappearing into the corridor, leaving behind her Lorenzo who was following her with his eyes, his eyebrows furrowed, and Lila, still focused on her game, with that confident and provocative smile, as if she was totally unaware of the rules and the age that would behad to contain it.

To be continued...