Twin Tormentors By RARE

Chapter 29

LORENZO POV

The drive back to Dark Woods was haste, very rushed and Verzi stepped on it like he was chasing the wind. The silence was heavy in the car, the tension so thick you can cut it with the steak knife. Only the hard, savage pounding of my heart could be heard.

Leigh-Ari hated me.

And I got myself to blame for that. She was right about everything she spouted and yes I deceived her and disguised myself as someone else. Someone kind, loving, decent and cool. I took advantage of her memory loss and played her because I was just as shrewd as it gets. I was selfish, inconsiderate, and very possessive of my own shit!

And I did what I did because I had to. Is that too much to understand? I did it because I had no choice. She belongs in Dark Woods with us. Not in some small crappy and tiny apartment in Cyprus.

She belonged here, with her two men. Why couldn’t she understand that? Why run away from us as soon as she arrived here? 1

I turned to look at her to find her looking outside the car window at the scenery passing by. The beautifully soft, velvet Gucci sweater looking good on her angelic figure. Her face was red, tear-stained and her lips were slightly parted. The handprint of Vernero’s slap visible and evident on her delicate, smooth skin.

I held out my hand in an attempt to take hers, to hold her and say all the things I couldn’t utter with just our physical contact; but she was quick to draw hers back, leaving my hand to grasp the cold leather seat of the car.

The silent rejection pierced straight to my heart, rendering me breathless in just a blink of an eye. I swallowed audibly and drew mine back, then looked at Vernero to find him watching the blow in the rearview mirror..

He saw it!

The deep angry furrows deepened on his forehead, and he angrily stepped on the accelerator, swerving down the wet roads towards Dark Woods. No words were said, just pure animosity and hatred resonating hard from Leigh-Ari, utmost anger and rage radiating heavy from Vernero as the seconds ticked by. As for me, I was muddle-headed. I didn’t know how to feel, let alone what to say.

–Ari was quick to open the door and run outside, but her short legs couldn’t carry her far before I grabbed her by her lean waist and slammed her body on mine. Her face looked

Leigh-Ari from my hold, threw him on the shoulder, and left with her caveman

them, with Leigh-Ari still and

was enough to make my ten years utterly miserable. Instead of following Vernero down the stairs, I took the ones for the west wing.

as

was going to

VERNERO POV

her weight on me kind of soothed the raging storm inside me. I was going to punish her, yes, but I wasn’t going to

our beautiful angel that deserved to be loved and

bit and my cheek ran smack-dab into her lush, plump and soft butt-cheek that was clamped tight in the soft pants that matched her sweater. That act

shortly and her breathing stopped. I continued down the stairs with her

on the sensor and the door responded with a soft

very heated, steam-covered space and began sweating out of my own skin. I gently pulled her off my shoulder and placed her on her feet, in front of me. Her lean body snuggled to my torso, fitting like a glove. I smoothed the strands that

purred gently and

soul. I took a step back and another walked out of the steam room and locked the door behind me, leaving her in there to atone for her sins of talking back to us.

and soon, I walked into the

and retrieved a whisky glass, then poured me a good amount

then chucked down the remaining liquid

as twins, what bugged him did bug me too. I felt him and his fears, his thoughts, and pains. I felt everything that was going on in that pretty head

shouldn’t have hit her.” He intoned after a long