CHAPTER 62 Captivity and set ups

　　Lorenzo's POV

　　Michele's teenage daughter Lucia's tears and cries were beginning to grate on my last fucking nerve. Not to mention the fact that if I didn't know Alarik personally her irritating tears could have probably ruined things for me.

　　Why the hell was she crying? Isn't this what she wanted?

　　We were in my penthouse suite at the Blackstone.

　　"I'm already enjoying your tears, kleines haustier. (little pet.)" Alarik said with lust dripping in his voice as he captured his low lip between his teeth.

　　Alarik reaches out his inked hands running his ring clad fingers up Lucia's exposed thighs, smirking as she shivers and recoils from his touch as Diego holds onto her forearm.

　　"But I think you should save your tears for later, sweet girl, it'll come in handy. We're going to have so much fun, I promise you'll enjoy it."

　　Hmm...