Lorraine Lebedev

I woke up to the sound of voices.

My eyes fluttered open, stretching my arm out disappointment filled my chest when I felt the empty bed.

He was not in bed, the only thing I could feel of him was the pain between my legs.

I groan into the pillow, laying there for five minutes as my mind replayed the hot sex between me and Raphaël.

My head shot up when the realization hit me.

Raphaël took my virginity!

Heat rushed to my face, a twisted feeling settling in my gut. Did I regret it?

I thought about it deeply...

I did not.

Now why do I feel so, so...

I can't explain this feeling but I feel different in some type of way. I do not know if it was physical or mental.

I push my body up and sit at the edge of the bed, the blanket slightly covering my legs, leaving my chest exposed.

I ran my fingers through my messy hair and sighed.

This is going to be awkward.

Rising from the bed, my legs slightly trembled, each step I took to the bathroom the ache between my legs spiked causing me to slow down my pace.

I swear, this man went all out on me yesterday. It was more painful than pleasurable but I wouldn't mind reliving the moment again.

When I reach the bathroom I stare at the girl in the mirror.

Strawberry red hair hugging her round pale face, flushed cheeks and blue upturned shaped eyes.

If you told me five months ago that I would be broken and have lost everyone I've loved I would have laughed in your face.

My eyes spot a purple bruise on my neck, three in fact on my collar bone as well and breast.

Butterflies burst in my stomach, realizing that he marked me.

I lick my lips and take one quick glance at myself before taking a shower.

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I tied my hair into a low ponytail. I was wearing gray sweats and a black hoodie with white Nike sneakers. I mostly packed comfortable clothes.

Stepping out of the room I followed the sound of the muffled voices.

"So you will just help her just because she lost her mother!" A woman's voice rumbled within the walls as I approached the tiny living room, with a couch in the middle of the room, a small tv hung up against the wall and a small empty bookshelves.

As soon as I came into view everyone's eyes were on me.

I saw Dante leaning against the wall next to the window, Raphael sitting on the right side of the couch next to Marcello and the woman who was with Raphael in the warehouse.

When did these two get here?

I met Marcello's dark gaze, his brown eyes staring back at me with disgust and hatred. I swallowed hard and looked away, meeting the woman's intense stare.

She had the same eye color as Raphael, her curls hugging her perfect face. She is more beautiful than the last time I saw her. She wore zero makeup, her full lips were glossy, high defined jaw and cheekbones, long lashes and thick shaped eyebrows. Her skin was honey toned and looked soft and clear.

Too bad I don't like her.

"Slept well" Dante's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I faced him, smiled and nodded.

He crossed his arms. He wore black jeans and white T-shirt with his hair brushed back.

"Lorraine." Raphael's voice awakened the fire under my skin, the way my name slips out of his mouth sounded sexy.

I turned to look at him, catching his stare.

My eyes wandered his body. He dressed casual but managed to look hot.

Black shirt, his ripped muscles flexing against the tight fabric, followed by loose jeans and sneakers, with his face freshly shaved leaving a light stub beard around his face and a couple of bruises.

He caught my staring which made me blush.

"You have already met Marcello, I'd like you to meet my sister Abree, they will be a part of the agreement we had." he explained.

Relief washed over me when he mentioned that the woman was his sister, I would have never known. They look nothing alike apart from the eyes and I'm surprised he has a sister.

In his file it didn't mention anything about siblings, I read that he was an only child. Which is good since her identity is a secret and she can roam around without worrying that she is a threat.

We both glared at each other like we were about to fight.

I cleansed my fist beside me and she flexed her jaw, keeping her arms crossed over her chest.

"Just because I'm helping you dose not mean we will be all buddy buddy, I give two fucks about you Lorraine, I'm only doing this because my brother likes you and his my boss." she snarled.

"The feelings are mutual" I said blankly.

"I'm going to grab a drink and we can continue this discussion." I said before strolling towards the small kitchen.

I grab a glass of water and pour myself water from the tap.

Gulping down the lukewarm beverage, I turned around but stopped when I saw Marcello standing in front of me.

"What?" I asked. My head slightly tilted back to meet his gaze. "What do you want with us?" he hissed. His voice came out deep and threatening. "I want your help to find the killer of my mother." I answered truthfully then tried to walk past him before he stepped in front of me, blocking my way.

I started to get irritated, tension between us building up but not the good kind. "I do not trust you." He spat. "Raphaël does." I barked back. "Just because he does doesn't mean I will, you are the daughter of the enemy and may I remind weren't you the one who got Raphael kidnaped and tortured." He proclaimed, taking a threatening step closer to me.

How dare he?!

They were the one who asked for the fight by threatening the people closest to me and he expects me to back of, hell fucking no.

Rage pulsed through my veins.

"You were the one who threatened my best friend." I fought back.

He smirked dangerously, hatred fuming in his eyes. His jaw clenched.

"You are such stupid and naïve little spoiled girl." he spat bitterly.

Those words sank in deep.

I don't care about Marcello, I hate him and yet those words had left a deep whole in my chest.

I was about to clap back but he beat me to it.

"I mean, you always come running back to us whenever your father disapproves of you. Your mother dies and you ask the number one enemy of your family for help? How do you know we weren't the one behind your mothers death."

I don't know what came over me but what he said spiked an anger in me I never knew I was capable of feeling.

I raised my hand and slapped him across the face, his face jerking to the side as his nostrils flared. Slowly turning his head to face me he caught me of guard by grabbing me by the throat pulling me towards his face.

"Raise your hand at me again, I will fucking cut both your hands, you pathetic bitch." he barked with anger.

I was gasping for air until he was pulled back and slammed against the wall.

Coughing violently I found Raphael punching Marcello.

"Did you fucking touch her?" he asked calmly as he threw a punch at his face. His body on the ground.

Abree and Dante come rushing in as they witness the scene in front of them.

"What happened?" Dante questions. "H-he choked and threatened me." I let out without thinking,

Raphaël rushed towards me as he scanned my neck, which is aching even more.

Raphaël looked at me, anger swirling in his eyes. He looked emotionless and unrecognizable.

"What did he say?" he asked, I looked away.

I was not scared nor was I sad.

I was angry.

I do not know why I slapped him but the way he walked about my mother triggered something in me.

I know I'm also in the wrong for slapping him but he had it coming for talking down on me and my mother.

"Look at me." he declared and I did. "He was talking shit about me and my mother and how I'm stupid for asking you for help because you might have been the one behind my mothers death. I slapped him after and he choked me then threatened me by cutting my hands off if I touched him." I answered, avoiding his gaze.

He chuckled darkly then made his way to the counter.

My eyes followed him curiously as he pulled out a sharp knife from the cabinet.

"Raphaël what are you doing?" Abree asked her brother worriedly.

He walked over to Marcello, grabbed him by the shirt pulling him out and slammed his head on the counter.

"You have the fucking balls to threaten my girl." he proclaimed.

He turned to face me. "Which hand was it?" he asked. My eyes widened when I realized what his about to do.

"Which fucking hand was it!?" He yelled. I sucked in my breath and said, "The left one."

Before I could process what I witnessed, a pool of blood splattered the floor and Raphael, Marcello's screams echoed within the walls as the blade cut deeper and deeper into his flesh.

I wanted to look away but I couldn't. I just watched as Raphael took the hand of a man- his best friend in cold blood.

I was sick to my stomach when his hand fell to the ground covered in blood, Marcello screamed in agony his eyes widened when he realized his missing hand.

Raphaël gripped him by the hair and dragged him towards me. "Apologize." He declared.

Marcello met my gaze, tears streaming down his red, his veins popping at the side of his head.

Anger and pain was the only emotion I saw on his face.

"Apologize!!" He yelled, yanking him harder by his short ponytail.

"I-I'm s-sorry." He stutters through gritted teeth.

Raphaël let go and he collapsed to the ground, curled in a ball as he whimpered in pain.

I met Raphaël's gaze, his face and clothes covered in fresh blood.

I did not know what to say or do.

I was frozen, speechless and traumatized by what I saw.

The atmosphere was dark as all eyes were on Raphaël, silence filled the room the only thing that was heard was Marcello's silent cries.

"Call papá and inform him we will be arriving tonight with Lorraine." he said to his sister and left without saying another word.

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