Chapter 6

Lana's pov

The very next day, the weather was fantastic.

It was a sunny, bright day.

I got up around eleven, took q quick shower and did my hair in wide long waves, I took my time in sketching the view in front of me with a small notebook I found by my desk, thinking of what he had said to me hours ago, I couldn't get any mad at him at this point, my anger pinned me behind, I had to deal with this man,I had to adapt, I had to understand. Everything.

Locking myself up in my room is doing absolutely no improvement, yet it's getting crazier whenever I am around him.

Flashes kept popping into my vision on how close we were, how my heart was beating like crazy, how my body was on fire.

I looked up hesitantly and admitted to myself that at some point I would think of taking a walk in the front garden, it was an alluring and a beautifully designed landscape, my floor-to-ceiling window viewed it perfectly. Probably my favorite thing in this mansion, not that I could ever say no to a Palazzo like this, it was surprisingly my taste, the old money Italianate authentic style.

It was a two floor mansion, painted in creamy-white, with large windows and fancy Igneous statues on the roof top matching the miniature sculptures on each side of every window.

Modern architecture just doesn't suit Italy, in my opinion.

A true Italian would forever appreciate vintage style. I highly consider myself a retrophiliac.

I am such a sucker for everything that is old.

Architecture, art, photography,..etc.

Only for me to notice Lorenzo arriving at the gate in front of the huge fountain centralized at the end of the drive way. He parked, apparently a new car, I smiled at myself for pissing him off, I knew I pissed him off, he just didn't show it.

He got out of the brand new black Brabus G Wagon in the most movie-like way, as usual a suit, but without his jacket, the white shirt showed even more of his muscular body in the sun. He had rolled up his sleeves, his visible veins, he unbuttoned the first two buttons for me to notice a thin diamond necklace that complimented his tanned skin tone.

He walked to the garden, by the tulip flower box, he stood there lighting a cigarette. He kept looking at the distance, thinking and smoking in stillness.

God, I wish I knew what's on his mind.

I wish I knew why did he take me against my will.

What's all the trash talk about marriage anyway?

What did my father do to him ?

Why would my father, an innocent architect, be involved with a weaponist like Lorenzo ?

But the most important question I kept asking myself is where the hell is daddy ?

It has been two days since I have been kidnapped, and yet nothing.

Oh, poor Aria she must be devastated.

Where're you, daddy ? Come get me out of here,please !

He suddenly turned around and adjusted his head up at my window and looked at me straight in the eyes, I didn't move and gazed back at him in the most intense way I could pull out, he narrowed his eyes and smoked the last bit of his cigarette, I saw his lips move in a shout "Freya", I knew what was he gonna ask her, I crossed my arms and heard Freya knocking at my door,

- ma'am

- I will be down in five minutes

- Oh..okay

I walked into the closet, roamed all over the brand new high-end clothes, everything I can imagine is here; just like he said.

Everything in casual, formal, and fancy.

Dresses, pants, shorts, shirts, skirts, and tshirts

Lingerie, pajamas, and nightgowns.

Everything.

I picked out a summer red maxi dress, with a cleavage-revealing sweetheart neckline, and ruffled straps. I put my hair down to fall on my back, sprayed perfume and put on lipstick matching the dress.

As I walked down the stairs. I noticed his bedroom door slightly open, I took some careful steps inside of the room to take a more observant glance at it, the air smelled like him, intense and musky. I turned on the lights and my eyes couldn't believe what I just saw at first, I gasped in surprise at the wall behind his bed, my own painting was hung in the center.

How the hell did he get it ????

It was in my own bedroom !!!

That fucker is teasing the hell out of me !!!

Anger rose again inside of me.

I rushed downstairs, through the front door, By his car, only to see him talking on the phone, I don't care if it's the fucking president on the phone, I shouted,

- Why the hell my painting is in your room ?

He looked at me almost questionably but his cold gaze never left his face,

- let me call you back, Mattia

- Answer me !

- Let's take a walk, shall we ?

- What ?

- A walk. Now.

- I don't wanna walk with you, I wanna know how the hell my painting got to your room, Lorenzo !

I saw his faint astonishment expression by the first time I called him by his name.

After a moment of silence,he walked away from me arrogantly and I normally followed.

I tried calming myself down, he made his point clear, he enjoys it whenever I flare in anger.

We walked in a path full of lavender flowers on both sides, birds chirping,tranquillity filled the air and I am instantly restful and calm.

He kept his hands tucked in his pockets while taking small glances of me every few minutes.

We reached a beautiful small lake, I saw a bevy of beautiful swans swimming gracefully, that part of the garden is heavenly.

I left his side to go sit on a curved white stone bench in front of them, my hair was tousled by the wind and involuntarily closed my eyes, quite tears ran on my cheeks until I felt his large, rough hand wiping my sobs out, I turned my head away from him in a swift and didn't speak.

He sat beside me quietly for a while, then he abruptly said in a low husky voice,

- You're in a safe place, Lana. Nothing is ever gonna harm you if you're with me, Adapting to the situation might be hard, but going back to your family is out of the question, I have my reasons. I am not some crazy maniac who kidnapped you as you assume. I am much better than that.

I sighed with a smirk and said nothing.

- You'll know everything in the right time.

As he was just standing up I replied,

- What am I seven to you ? You think I believed any of this crap you just told me ? Listen to me, my father is gonna find me and he will fucking kill you and I won't even stop him. You don't know Alessandro Salazar, that little show you're trying to pull has put you in the dead counter.

- Oh really ? Where's that fearless Alessandro Salazar, kitten ?

- I hope that humor of yours stay as it is when you see a gun pointed to your stupid face.

- Watch you tongue.

- Or what ?

My stubborn gaze must have pissed him off, he grabbed my arm furiously and warned me in a low,rasped voice,

- Don't provoke me, you won't like it when I am mad.

One strap of my dress slipped down to my arm and his eyes immediately filled the empty space, his hungry gaze caught my tiny heart shaped tattoo on my shoulder, he noticed the close distance between my chest and his made my breaths quicker than usual.

His index finger reached out tracing it gently, my blood flow rushed to my chest and almost heard every beat of my heart storming inside. His eyes darkened and he licked his lower lip while his finger kept gliding slowly all the way down to the strap, he did the same trying to put it back on my shoulder, and just when I thought this torment was ending, he leaned and placed a wet kiss on it and my heart almost stopped.

His neck touched the tip of my nose, he smelled smokey and exotic, I parted my lips in a startle and felt my core tensed as he whispered in my ear with a heavy breath,

- At the party.

He slowly raised his head for his eyes to agonizingly meet my own. I then frowned in confusion at his sentence.

- what ?

- The painting, one my men took it from your bedroom at the party.

- But wh-

- I love it.

He released my arm, only for him to notice his fingers' red marks on it, with a fixed look at my lips,

- I won't be joining dinner tonight.

I didn't reply.

- Ask Freya for anything you want to eat, I will come late at night.

- It's none of my business where or when will you come and go, you're not my husband.

I left him before waiting for a reply, hurrying back to my room to be able to catch my breath again like a normal fucking person, but I heard him chuckle and say:

- There's a surprise for you in your bedroom.

I didn't turn around but I surely was eager to know what was it. I mean a man like him can never make good surprises, so I hope I won't find a horse's head on my bed.

Once I got back, I practically ran upstairs, opened my bedroom door both cautiously and impatiently.

My eyes bug out and I couldn't help but to scream on top of my lungs.