Opening Old Wounds

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Chapter 17

Lorenzo’s POV (Surprise!!)

I narrow my eyes at my sister as she rushes up the stairs, knowing damn well she just lied to me.

As if she could get a lie past me, her twin!

I snort in disbelief as I head back into the kitchen, deciding that I’ll leave her lying ass alone for now.

“Is mamma okay uncle Enzo?” Vivianna asks as she comes walking into the kitchen, a worried look plastered on her sweet face.

"Sì bambina, mamma is fine. She’s just a little sore from fighting bad guys.” I smile, hoping to ease her worry, and I do. The worry on her face is replaced with pride and she giggles, throwing jabs into the air.

“Is this how you and mamma defeat the bad guys?” She throws her leg out, kicking high in the air, and then throws more jabs into the air.

"Sì nipotina, you’ll be kicking bad guy ass in no time!” I laugh, scooping her up into my arms and dash up the steps to her room.

“Go on now” I set Vivianna down, giving her a light push in the direction of her bathroom. “Go shower and get dressed for bed. I’ll make you a snack for once you’re done.”

After Vivianna gets into the shower, I head downstairs and into the kitchen where Emlyn is sitting at the bar doing her homework.

“What are you working on?” I question as I pull the vanilla ice cream and milk out of the fridge, setting it on the counter next to the blender before going to the pantry to get some Oreos.

“English” Emlyn sighs, clearly not happy to be working on English.

“Oh yea, what kind of English? Maybe I could help, I was pretty good at English when I was in high school.”

“It’s an essay so I don’t think you’ll be able to help unless you just write the whole thing for me.”

“Ahh, yes. Essays were the one thing I wasn’t good at. Alessandra was the one with a knack for writing.” I laugh, scoping a few big whopping spoon fulls of ice cream into the blender, afterwords snapping a decent amount of Oreos in before pouring in a splash of milk.

After making sure the milkshake is blended just how we like it, I grab 3 glasses, pouring the delicious mixture into the cups evenly.

“Here hon” I hand Emlyn a cup and give her a smile before grabbing the other two and taking them upstairs to Vivianna’s room where I find her all cuddled in her bed with a baby pink satin nightgown and two little dutch braids in her hair.

“Did you do that?” I point at her braids, stunned at how good they look.

“No silly, mamma came in and did it for me” she giggles, happily accepting the milkshake I offer her after I get nice and comfy in her twin bed.

After Vivianna and I finish our milkshakes we lay in bed, watching our nighttime show until she falls asleep.

“Goodnight my little niece, sweet dreams,” I whisper, pressing a light kiss to her forehead and then slowly, quietly get out of the bed so I don’t wake her.

“She asleep?” Alessandra murmurs from where she’s laying in her bed all snuggled up, looking exhausted as I lean against her doorway.

“Yea, out like a light.”

“Thanks for putting her to bed Enz, I owe you.” She lifts her head from her pillow, smiling sleepily at me and I can just barely make out the fist-sized bruise on her cheek in the barely lit room.

“No problem sis. Get some sleep, you look tired.” I clench my jaw, deciding against saying anything more about the bruises for tonight since she’s clearly hurt and tired from the beating she endured.

“Night Enz, love you.”

“Love you too Alessa.”

I linger by the door for a second, waiting to see if she tell me anything else, but she doesn’t so with a sigh, I quietly close her door and head down to the gym to relieve all of the pent up tension I’ve had since I learned someone hurt her.

By the time I’m done with my brutal working out, I’m drenched in sweat and in desperate need of a shower.

After taking a warm shower that soothes my sore muscles, I quickly dry off and get dressed in my Calvins and lightweight joggers and then head down the hall to Maxon’s room and knock on his door, impatiently waiting for him to open it.

“You finally come to take up my offer Lorenzo?” Maxon smirks, leaning against his doorway in nothing but a pair of very form-fitting boxers. I give him an unintentional once over, admitting that Maxon is one good looking guy. If I was bi or gay, I’d definitely get in on that but since I’m not I send him an exasperated look “No Maxon, I have not come to take you up on your offer to dick me down.”

“The fuck you doing here for then?” He furrows his eyebrows, bringing his eyes that were glued to my defined torso to my face, his joking demeanor diminishing once he notices the worried, angry look on my face.

“I need to talk to you about something.”


“Did you see bruises anywhere else?” Max questions as he paces his bedroom after I finish telling him everything.

“No, but I don’t doubt that she has more,” I mutter, running my hands through my dark locks and tugging with frustration.

Maxon abruptly stops pacing and rushes over to me “Let’s just go look.”

“How? She’s not the heaviest sleeper?”

“Dude we're agents” he rolls his eyes.

“Okay, fine but if she wakes up, you distract her while I sneak out.”

“Ok, let’s go.”

Maxon and I creep down the hall towards Alessandra’s room and once we get there, I clutch the doorknob and slowly, painstakingly slowly, turn the nob and open the door.

I breathe a sigh of relief when we enter the room and find Alessa knocked out cold, snoring slightly.

“Let’s roll her onto her back” I whisper to Max who nods, turning on the light as I tiptoe across the carpeted floor.

I hold my breath, grasping Alessa’s shoulders, and slowly move her from her side to her back. I don’t do anything for a second, waiting to see if she wakes up but she doesn’t and I exhale, relieved she stayed asleep.

I grab her silky black duvet and drag it down until it’s to her thighs and then slowly lift her oversized t-shirt to her chest.

“Fuck.” I mutter as I look at her heavily bruised stomach, feeling physically pained that my sister is hurt.

“What the fuck happened to her?”

“I don’t know man but that’s bad.” Max grimaces, lightly running his fingers over her bruised skin.

After checking the rest of her body and only finding a few light bruises and scratches, we recover her and quietly exit the room.

“Who would do that to her? Who would hurt her that bad?” I pace, running my fingers through my hair in distress.

“I might know,” Max says hesitantly, looking slightly scared.

“Well, who?” I demand, eager to know who hurt my little sister so I can go and hurt or possibly kill them.

No one hurts my siblings and gets away with it.

“You have to promise not to get mad.”

“Fine, I promise.” I lie.

“Okay, well the other day Alessa told me that she was getting texts from Valerious..” Max trails off, looking even more scared than he was a minute ago.

“What? Why the fuck didn’t she tell me?” I seethe, taking a threatening step towards him.

“I don’t know man! Probably because she was afraid you’d act like this!”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I yell, angry that one of my closest friend would keep something this important from me.

“She made me promise not to tell anyone!”

“Well now look at what’s happened! He’s beaten the crap out of her, again!”

“We don’t know if it was him Lorenzo.”

“Bullshit!” I spit.

I promised Alessandra I would never let him hurt her again; would never let her be in that situation again, but like all the other times before, I wasn’t there to stop him.

“You should have told me.” I sneer and then turn on my feet, storming towards my room with Maxon following me.

“What are you doing! You can’t tell Raffaele!” Max exclaims, snatching my phone out of my hand that I was about to use to do just that.

“And why the fuck not?” I snap.

“Because Enzo, you know what will happen if he finds out about this! Alessandra will be sent back home and you know she’ll resent you for getting her sent home when we just got somewhere with the case.”

“I don’t care if she’ll resent me! I only care about her safety and SHE’S CLEARLY NOT SAFE!” I yell, slamming Maxon into the wall.

“You think I don’t know that?” He yells back, pushing me off of him.

I’m just about to yell at him some more when my bedroom door opens and Vivianna appears in the doorway, tears in her eyes.

“Who is Valerious and why did he hurt mamma?”

Hi guys!! Merry Christmas Eve. I hope you liked this chapter and the cliffhanger, I certainly did (Insert evil author laugh).

I’m so sorry I’ve been absent for so long but I just didn’t have the inspiration to write and I didn’t have a laptop to write on but I got a new laptop so hopefully, I can get some chapters out and finish this book!

Also wanted to say thank you so much to all of you people who have been voting and commenting on my story it seriously means so much that you read my story!

New update soon, I’m going to be going back and editing and changing some of the story so I want to get all that done first before I update again.

What did you guys think of Lorenzo’s POV?


-Italian translations in order-

Bambina- baby

Nipotina- little niece

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