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.

grabbed her by her lean waist and slammed her body on mine. Her face looked up and her beautiful brown fell on mine and the look

the awkward energy around me and quickly whisked Leigh-Ari from my hold, threw him on the shoulder, and left with her caveman

trailing behind them, with Leigh-Ari still and

to her. She was feisty and very deep, that I knew. But that look, that look alone was enough to make my ten years utterly miserable. Instead of following Vernero down the stairs, I took the ones for the west wing. After he was done with Leigh, he would come and tell me all that had transpired. As for me, I couldn’t. I couldn’t bear

as

I was going to

VERNERO POV

raging storm inside me. I was going to punish her, yes, but I wasn’t going to break her. Our treasure just

that deserved

wriggled a bit in my hold, pulling me from my daze for a second. I turned a 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

and her breathing stopped. I continued down the stairs with her breathing so slow

front of the door of the steam room, put my finger on the

her off my shoulder and placed her on her feet, in front of me. Her lean body snuggled to my torso, fitting like

purred gently and

eyes not blinking, only glued on me like she was staring right into my soul. I took a step back and another walked out of the steam room and locked the

to the West Wing was quick, and soon, I walked into the lounge to find Enzo drowning her balls and sorrows

wine cabin and retrieved a whisky glass, then poured me a good amount and perched myself

to get my shit together, you sure look worse.” He contradicted, and then chucked down the remaining

deep, long pregnant silence, none of us daring to speak out first. But as twins, what bugged him did bug me too. I felt him and his fears, his thoughts, and pains. I felt everything that was

He intoned after a long moment