SURVIVOR: Ghost – Bodyguard Series (S01 • E14)🩸🔞
By:- Adewole Kelvin
“BLOODSHED”
Omni-pov
Somewhere in Yonge-Dundas Street East, surrounded by iconic landmarks like the Toronto Eaton Centre, Ed Mirvish Theatre, and the Citytv building, the 42-story tower at 10 Dundas Street East stood tall unlike any other building in the city. Some cars are parked in the area around 10 Dundas Street East, and some cars moved about, and some are in traffic jams.
At a nearby parking lot, a car stood out from the rest – a brown G-Wagon that gleamed under the scorching sun. The G-Wagon’s windows, including the windshield, were tinted dark, making it difficult to determine if anyone was inside. Its formidable and luxurious appearance drew attention.
Meanwhile, inside the car, two young women watched the scene unfold outside without any difficulty, despite the tinted windows. Unlike the people outside who struggled to see in, the women had a clear view. The woman in the backseat folded her arms, her frustration evident as she asked:
Marissa: Remind me how long we’ve been here, Piper?
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Piper: Um, okay! Let me remind you, we went to the Chinese restaurant to eat, and we spent only 30 minutes there.
Marissa facepalmed, shaking her head as Piper continued.
Piper: Um, thereafter, we came here and spent another thirty minutes. So, that makes it sixty minutes – one hour. We’ve been here for the past hour, yes!
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Marissa: Do you always have to exaggerate?
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Piper: Sorry, boss! I was just being analytical, looking at the statistics.
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Marissa: Never mind! Ahh, great! For the past hour, we’ve been sitting here looking like fools, and she still hasn’t come out of the tower. THAT SCUM…! Piper, that scum is taking way too long in the tower
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Piper: We can make her death look quick, if you’d like. No one would suspect a thing. Just give me the go-ahead, boss!
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Marissa: I’d like to, but you can’t do this in a place like that. It’s an office building, with various business and organization occupying the space. Aside from that, the building is also tight with strong security measures.
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Piper: Haha, that’s child’s play, boss. I mean, that’s too small for me to handle. I’ve handled tougher jobs, like killing someone in a prison and escaping from one of the world’s most secure prisons. That was few years ago, though. So, the tower’s security is nothing compared to what I’ve already overcome.
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Marissa: My, my! Really? You’re so amazing!
Marissa said, pretending to be excited, and Piper giggled, saying:
Piper: Hahaha! Thank you, boss… I can bring you her head I’d you want too!
Piper added, her smiley face turned into menace as she turned and look at Marissa behind her in the backseat.
Marissa: (folds her arms, sighing) Are you certain the tracking device hasn’t led us to wrong location?
Marissa asked in a skeptical tone, her expression dour.
Piper: No, bo…!
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Marissa: Then, we’ll proceed with the previous plan, right under her nose. I’d savor the pleasure of looking her in the eyes as life drains out of her slowly. I’ll take great pleasure in it. Oh! And here she comes.
Marissa’s eyes narrowed menacingly as she spotted Camillia emerging from the tower. Camillia wore a skimpy gold gown, accompanied by another lady in a beautiful blouse and skintight blue jeans. As they walked, their hips swayed gracefully, their hair blowing backward in the wind. Unaware of Marissa’s vengeful gaze, they moved with confident poses.
Watching from her car, Marissa rested her back against the backseat comfortably, her menacing look turning into a sneer as she sighed. Piper held the steering wheel, tapping her thumbs gently on it, with the same look on her face, biting her lip as their eyes remained fixed on them in a steadfast vengeance gaze
Marissa: Look who showed up. The ungrateful scum and her bitchy assistant. I fear she’ll share the same fate as her boss. What a pity!
Saying that, Marissa’s eyes met Piper’s, whose gaze was fixed on her through the rearview mirror; she shrugged.
Marissa: Okay, what, Piper? Tell me you’re not taking pity on her bitchy assistant now. Her boss is the one who’ll bring death to her. Her blood will be on Camillia’s hands, not mine. If the assistant is meant to follow her to the afterlife, it’s not up to me, but up to God or fate to decide. And that’s not my problem anymore.
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Piper: (blank look) ??
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Marissa: (sighs) Ah, okay… What’s on your mind, P? Lay it all out.
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Piper: (sneers) YES! I only pray her bitchy assistant follows her. I’ll also partake in the great pleasure of skinning her alive and sending her to the afterlife with her boss, ma’am!
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Marissa: Good talk, P. It’d be worth your time. Ah, I think fate has finally made its decision. Last time we met, her P.A didn’t accompany her. Now, her P.A will follow her to the afterlife. It’s destiny’s decision.
Marissa spoke out as she observed Camillia and her PA entering the car. Piper then added to her statements.
Piper: Her boss will have a permanent sidekick in the afterlife, Hahahahaha!!!!!!
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Marissa: Absolutely, P. Now, drive. They’re moving outta the parking lots. Trail their car, but keep a safe distance from them to avoid suspicion.
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Piper: Roger that, boss! I am very eager to shed blood. I can do this all day.
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Marissa: I trust you!
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Piper: Hahahaha!!!
Piper giggled and pressed the push-button start on the steering column, turning on the engine. She shifted into gear, then slowly drove the car out of the parking lot, following Camillia’s car onto the road. They trailed Camillia’s car through the city until it slowed down and turned, facing the golden gates of a beautiful white mansion. As Camillia’s car turned, the gates automatically swung open, and the car was driven into the compound.
Marissa: Hmph! So, this is where the scum lives.
Marissa blurted, seething with anger and envy as she observed Camillia’s mansion from their car at a distance. The mansion stood out, big and beautiful, unlike any other building in the area. Meanwhile, Piper’s menacing look gave way to an admiring one, and she bit her lip.
Piper: Beautiful, isn’t it?
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Marissa: (Inhale) It is. Her beautiful Mansion will be awash with her blood anytime soon. Drive into her compound before the fucking gate get closes.
As soon as Camillia’s car entered the compound, Piper floored it, her palms gripping the steering wheel. The G-wagon sped into Camillia’s compound, drifting sideways before Piper pulled over. Camillia and her PA, who had just stepped out of their car, exchanged suspicious glances. Camillia asked, eyeing the G-wagon warily.
Marissa: Were we expecting guests before, Claire?
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Claire: Uh, No, Ms Jone. I’m very sure about that.
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Camillia: Then, who’s this who thinks they can just drive into my compound anyhow out of nowhere like this place is a parking lots or something. Give me my phone, Claire. I may have to going to call the cops now.
Just then, the driver’s side door swung open, halting Camillia’s reach for her phone. Piper sprang out of the car, leaving the door ajar. She yawned, stretching languidly before waving at them with a cynical smile.
Piper: Hi, there!
Camillia’s eyebrows furrowed in response. Piper then walked to the back door and opened it with a respectful gesture. Marissa emerged from the car with confident strides, examining the compound briefly before turning to Camillia with a sneer. Meanwhile, Piper closed the back door gently.
Marissa: (claps) Camillia, camillia, the latest woman on town living the most extravagant mansion in the world?
Hearing that, Camillia took a few steps forward and snapped. The distance between her and Marissa is now just few feet.
Camillia: Yeah, I’m glad you know I’m the latest lady in town. I hope you didn’t almost die of envy. What the hell are you doing in my extravagant mansion, pauper? Oh, sorry, that was a mistake. I shouldn’t have called you that, because all I see is a pauper coming to my extravagant mansion to beg for money with your… dog.
Angered by her words, Marissa roared.
Marissa: AHHHH!!!! CAMILLIA!!!!.
She grasped one of Piper’s axes from its holster and stomped her foot in anger. Camillia’s eyes flashed fearlessly.
Camillia: What’re you gonna do, loser?
Marissa’s fury intensified at Camillia’s question. Blinded by rage, she pounced on Camillia, and they crashed to the ground, Marissa on top. She began to slash at Camillia’s face, snorting in anger. Claire stumbled backward in terror, her eyes wide with shock, as Camillia’s bag slipped from her hand.
Marrissa: Don’t-ever-call-me-a-pauper-again, you ungrateful being. Don’t! Don’t ever!
As she slashed Camillia’s face in rage, blood splashed onto her own face, staining her bosom and gown. Piper’s jaw dropped in shock; she couldn’t believe her eyes. She had seen her boss get furious many times before, but never like this. Despite being taken aback, Piper found the bloody sight thrilling – unlike anything she had ever seen. It triggered a sense of satisfaction within her as she stood and watched Marissa mutilate Camillia’s face with the axe, believing Camillia was a headache. Each slash brought Piper a twisted pleasure, causing her to clasp her leg and cross her arms over her shoulders.
Piper: Oh, yes, Boss. You can do better than that. Deeper, yeah. Ohhhh!
Piper moaned, slowly closing her eyes as she noticed Claire video recording Marissa, who was mutilating Camillia’s face. Blood flowed profusely from Camillia’s wounds, and Marissa’s gown was now soaked in blood, pooling on the floor. Claire’s body trembled, her eyes fixed on the horrific scene as she held her phone in terror, paralyzed by the gruesome sight.
Piper: Hmph!
Piper snorted, her pleasure vanishing instantly, as she pulled her other axe from the holster and hurled it at Claire. The axe spun through the air, deeply penetrating Claire’s forehead. The impact sent Claire stumbling backward before she fell heavily to the ground, landing flat on her back. Blood oozed from the wound, and her eyes remained open, frozen in shock. Her phone slipped from her hand, falling to the ground.
Piper: YES!!! I knew I wouldn’t miss that.
Piper yelled in triumph, spreading her hands in the air with a satisfied smile. She then walked past Marissa, who is still brutally attacking the lifeless Camillia, and forcibly pulled her axe from Claire’s forehead. At that moment, Marissa stood over Camillia’s corpse, her legs opposite the body, and gazed in Piper’s direction. Piper quickly noticed Marissa’s heavy breathing.
Piper: Are you… okay, boss?
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Marissa: I’m satisfied. Nice hit, Piper. Now, let’s get going. I feel like I’m drenched in a pile of shit with this scum’s blood on my body.
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Piper: (jumps, arching her back) YES! MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!!
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Marissa: Fuck it! This wasn’t the plan, but I’m satisfied with sending this… ungrateful being to the afterlife. Don’t start celebrating yet, check her assistant’s P.A. to see if she has anything she might use against us.
As soon as she said that, piper crushed Claire’s phone in her hand to the ground together with her hand, using her hard heel, which landed with a loud ‘CRACK’.
Marissa: Great! She crush… (sigh) Never mind. Is there any set of clothes I can change into in the car?
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Piper: Yes, boss. Always!
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Marissa: I need to take this shit off me and change into something new. Ahh, gross!
Marissa spoke with disgust and walked towards her car, while Piper rushed to open the back trunk. She pulled out a luggage from beneath the backseat and opened it, revealing an extra set of fine clothes. Seeing this, a smile spread across Marissa’s face. Piper stood aside, observing the surroundings, while Marissa cleaned up and changed into a new outfit: a long, dark coat, turtleneck, blue jeans, and heels, topped off with sunglasses. A minute later, the car engine roared to life, and they drove out of the compound.
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{Lorenzo’s house}
“SMACK”, “SMACK”, “SMACK”, “SMACK”, “SMACK”
“Mmm mmhmm”, “Mmm mmhmm”, “Mmm mmhmm”
Lorenzo’s waist moves in a fast, rhythmic motion, thrusting from behind Bao, as her moans and the sounds of their flesh colliding fill the room uncontrollaby. And It’s been over 20 minutes they’ve been bonking like wild dogs. Thrusting Into her, he observe her waist curve suddenly, her walls gripping him sensationally with her butts drew closer tight to his waist. Allowing his length filling her completely, he sensed her come onto him. The sensation that surged through him of feeling her orgasming on him was highly sensitive and arousing. It added a layer of pleasure to the pressure of his phallus, making him slow down at first. But then, he continues thrusting her, his thrust grew faster and deeper by the minutes, as he tilt his face up. He grunts, his brain amplifying the sensation.
Lorenzo: O-ohh, yes. Ahh, yes. Ohh… baby.
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Bao: Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh, uhhh, Mmmhmm.
Bao moaned, heightened by pleasure with her eyes closed, mouth opened. Her arched body trembles with each thrust, her boobs on her chest jiggles up and down in quick motions, her lung burning as she struggles to catch her breath. Even her face twitched. Lorenzo, holding her slim hands behind her, her buttocks vibrated with each thrust, as he moved his waist against her, creating loud, slapping sounds. Sweats trickles from she and her partner’s body as If rain drizzles on them, followed by a ragged breathing that never ceased to escaped their mouth. Even in the heat of their moment, the bed began to make squeaky sounds as they bonk wildly.
Bao felt so lost in the moment, unable to think straight, as the only thing that mattered to her was her craving for a faster and deeper thrust, despite Lorenzo reaching the deepest point of her vagina. Each passing deep and fast thrust of him sent her waves of pleasure, making her want him even more, prompting loud moans that filled the room. And his thrust grew faster and deeper, than she ever imagined, making her to roll her eyes for seconds and shiver all over her spine. In that moment, Lorenzo stopped moving his waist at such a rapid pace and released her hands. As he released her hands, she heaved a sigh of relief, and went down on all fours, panting heavily. Then, she felt Lorenzo’s palm on her waist, still inside her, as he continued thrusting wildly, delving as deep as he could.
After a few more strokes, he reached the peak of climax and delved deeper, his length filling her completely, stretching her to her limits. He groaned, falling on her back.
Lorenzo: Ahhh, I’m about to….
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Boa: Mmm-Mhmm.
Bao moaned, her trembling voice barely audible as Lorenzo’s final thrusts sent her shivering over the edge. As he ejaculated, his phallus quivered inside her for a few fleeting seconds. Then, she collapsed onto the bed, gasping for air, with Lorenzo’s weight on her back and his phallus still nestled inside her. Instantly, identical smiles spread across their faces. Soon, they broke apart, still panting, facing up stark naked.
Lorenzo: God, that was… super amazing!
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Bao: Yes, it was!
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Lorenzo: Actually, you’re so amazing. I’ve never felt happier than I do right now.
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Bao: (smiling) Me too. That was fun and… Intense. Oh, no! Tell me you didn’t release your spurt inside me, did you?
Bao asked, turning her gaze at him, narrowing her eyes with no smile. Lorenzo who already comprehend the depth of her statement and her expression that reveals seriousness, raises an eyebrow and sigh, sound sincere.
Lorenzo: Fuck! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to… I couldn’t control myself…
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Bao: (singsong) Because I can feel your orgasm dripping between my thighs. Hold yourself responsible if I get pregnant. (Giggles) Either way, I love it. And I love you too. Thanks for making me feel desired and loved.
Bao gazed at him with a hint of affection in her eyes as she snuggled close, her eyes locked on his narrowed gaze. Lorenzo gently held her chin, raising her face slightly, and dropped a soft kiss on her slim lips, their faces inches apart.
The two snuggled close to each other, feeling the warmth of their skins, followed by a soft gasp of comfort and relaxation. Lorenzo grasp the duvet of the bed in between his toes and pull it over their legs, he caught it and cover their naked body with it. As he did that, Bao teased him, feeling his heart thuddering in his heart.
Bao: I bet I got you into suspense when I asked you that question.
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Lorenzo: A suspense that quickly remind me sperms produces babies, which told me to get prepared to become a father. My heart beats at first. So, yeah!
Lorenzo said, and Bao laughed at his humorous statement, holding onto his body even tighter, as if she wanted to meld into him. Shortly after, he joined in, laughing together with her. He wrapped his arms around her more tightly, feeling the warmth of her skin and her breasts snug against his chest. In that moment, she is his only comfort, hope, and happiness. As their laughter subsided, they transitioned into further conversation.
Bao: (smiling) Are you afraid of becoming a father?
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Lorenzo: Oh, no! Should I? In fact, I’ll be so happy to become a father… some days if I’m graced.
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Bao: Hold it there! You’re full of grace already to become whoever you want to be. ‘If I’m graced’, I don’t want to hear that words again. Please! (lifts her head, looking at him)
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Lorenzo: Copy, beauty!
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Bao: (sigh) I feel much better now (rest her head back)
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Lorenzo: Glad! (exhales, continue) I mean, every men feels happy to become a father when their baby is coming to the world. Who wouldn’t feel happy?
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Bao: Only few feels happy as far as I’m concerned!
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Lorenzo: Well, I’m not one of those. But I do know that a baby is a precious gift that brings immense joy and happiness. It’s a treasure to be cherished, loved, and cared for. Becoming a father comes with lots of responsibilities, and I’m aware of that. Although I’m not a father yet, I was raised by a father who worked really hard to provide for me and my sister. I vividly remember the challenges he faced before his demise. Despite those difficulties, he loved and cared for us deeply. As for me, I want my child to have the best life possible, one that I didn’t have when I was young. The most important aspect is allowing them to live a disciplined life. If my child comes from you, I’ll ensure they have the life I want for them, but not one of struggle. That’s why I’ll do everything in my power to make sure the mother and child are safe and far from danger.
Lorenzo spoke with sincerity, his eyes shining with genuine emotion. His words deeply touched Bao’s heart, as she hadn’t expected such kindness from him, showing he’d make a good father when the time comes. She finds its surprising that a guy like him have such good vision for his unborn children, despite being a gangster. Unlike some gangsters who might want their kids to follow in their footsteps for reasons like power, quick money, and protection, but someone like him doesn’t want that lifestyle for his kids. Even though he didn’t choose to be a gangster himself.
And she believed every last word he said. What convinced her was the sincerity etched in his eyes. Besides, she had always trusted him, believing he was honest and true to his word. He was also caring and protective, qualities that made her love him even more. His words filled her heart, prompting her to plant a kiss on his lips as she gazed at him with delight. However, her smile slowly faded as memories of the past moment resurfaced.
Lorenzo: Hey, what’s with the look? You look
Lorenzo asked, his voice laced with concern, as he gently held her chin and gazed into her eyes.
Bao: My father!
Bao answered, her voice melancholic, as she turned her back against him, resting her head on his biceps. She continued, her eyes instantly welling up with tears.
Bao: I can’t… (sighs) I’m struggling to get him out of my head, Lorenzo. The way blood poured out of his mouth after he was shot in the back. It… It haunts me. I just can’t shake the memory.
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Lorenzo: I’m so sorry about that. He was a good man!
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Bao: I’m going to miss him… so much.
Bao spoke melancholically, rubbing away the tears that had welled up in her eyes, sniffing. Seeing how grievous she was, Lorenzo spooned her, savoring the warmth of her form, the duvet covering them from the waist down. Lorenzo laid a gentle kiss on her neck and exhaled heavily.
Lorenzo: His memory will forever be cherished, a testament to a good man he was. Everything will be fine!
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Bao: Having you by my side only make everything okay.
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Lorenzo: (sigh) Bao…
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Bao: I understand you’re concerned about my safety. But you’re also giving me concern. I’ve just lost my father too, Lorenzo. I’ve no family to stay with.
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Lorenzo: But, what about your aunt in….?
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Bao: She died from a car accident before my mother’s demise. Earlier, I couldn’t tell you because of how restless I was concerning you.
Bao turned herself around and faced him, looking at him intently in the eyes, with her arms folded
Bao: I’m afraid of losing you too. This organization you’re in is very dangerous. And you know what trouble it can land you into. They can take your life anytime. Even if it didn’t come from the organization, it can happen from elsewhere, from your rivals. You’re all I have left, Lorenzo. I can’t bear the thought of losing you too. I… I… I…
Bao’s voice skipped a beat as she tried to find the right words, but Lorenzo pulled her into an embrace, kissing her on the head and saying.
Lorenzo: Hey, hey, hey! You won’t lose me. And I won’t lose you too.
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Bao: Can’t we just escape and begin a new life together?
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Lorenzo: (gentle voice) Do you think I haven’t thought about it? … If I leave the organization and sprint with you, it’d cost our life on the run forever. Besides, with the organization’s connections everywhere, it’s only a matter of time before we get caught…
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Bao: (getting frustrated) What differences does it makes If I run from the organization with or without you? I don’t see any differences.
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Lorenzo: Listen! How do I say this? As a non-member of the organization, if you flee or leave this country, it’s only a matter of time before the organization catches up with you. They’ll try, but they won’t succeed, because I’ll do everything in my power to ensure your safety, as I’ve promised. However, your father owes my superior a substantial amount of money, but he won’t go to such great lengths to send the entire organization after you when other pressing matters arise. He’ll have no choice but to give up. Still, I shouldn’t underestimate him, as he’s tenacious. Unlike me, if I were to betray the organization, they wouldn’t stop pursuing me until I’m caught, no matter where I hide. And the worst part is that my loved ones would suffer greatly because of me. If anyone dies, I’d feel responsible
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Bao: You’re not going to be a member forever, are you?
Bao asked anxiously, pondering his statements to herself. Asked with a question, Lorenzo sigh.
Lorenzo: No, it’s not forever… I never wanted any of this to happen, especially now that we’ve confessed our feelings to each other. We’re supposed to be sharing beautiful moments together.
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Bao: It’s okay, Lorenzo. I don’t blame you.
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Lorenzo: I did. If I hadn’t gone to the club that night, I presume all this wouldn’t have been happening by now.
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Bao: Cut it off! You don’t blame yourself over something you didn’t do. Besides, it’s not as if we’re breaking up or something, are we?
Bao asked, adjusting herself slightly and looking at him intently with intention in her eyes. Looking her straight in the eye, Lorenzo knew she wasn’t fine with the idea of leaving him, but he believed it was for their own good. He caressed her neck affectionately, and as he did, she held his wrist without breaking eye contact. Lorenzo leaned in and kissed her lips for a few seconds, pressing his face against hers sympathetically. Then, he gently flicked her hair over her earlobe, still caressing her neck as he spoke softly.
Lorenzo: I love you so much, Bao. And I promise to always check on you even if it cost a million dollar to do that.
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Bao: (smile) Uh-huh! I’ll remember you said that too.
Hearing that, they both giggled at once, caressing each other’s faces. In that moment, Lorenzo’s face lit up.
Bao: That look of yours leaves me curious.
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Lorenzo: There’s no need for you to go to china anymore
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Bao: What? Do you have something in mind?
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Lorenzo: Something like this prompted my sister, Lucia, to move to Italy. It was actually my idea for her to leave the country, despite her initial hesitation, because I didn’t want to lose her too. Since you no longer need to go to China, you can consider living with her in Italy. I believe Italy is a safe and comfortable place for you to stay.
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Bao: You think she’ll accept me to live with her?
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Lorenzo: Yes! You know she likes you very much, and she’ll be thrilled to see you. I’ll discuss this with her, and we’ll start making arrangements for you to meet her over there. But first, let’s get your beautiful figure outta here. Because I’ve got other germane things to do too.
Lorenzo dropped a kiss on her lips after he got out of bed and sat up, perching lightly on the edge. With his back towards Bao, he stretched his hand and picked his trousers from the other side of the bed, then pulled out his phone. As he paid close attention to his phone, Bao couldn’t help but examine his body, covered in full tattoos, with love and concern etched in her eyes. Then she asked.
Bao: I want to take a shower. Would you like to take a shower too?
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Lorenzo: Yeah, that sound refreshing! Climb on, let’s go for it.
Lorenzo gestured with his head, inviting her onto his back, and she didn’t hesitate to climb on right away, wrapping her slim arms around his neck. He lifted her, standing on his feet, and they chatted heart to heart as they walked into the bathroom, stark naked.
Tbc…