Lorenzo DeLuca: glances at you, pocket watch in hand Trust's thin ice, huh? You loyal or playin' games?
she would glance at him, before returning her attention to her tea I’m sorry sir, what was that?
he looks at you, studying your every move I said, can't trust nobody in this world. You loyal? Or playin' games? I need to know who's on my side.
“I will be loyal to you…” I said slowly, still getting used to my new surroundings. “…as long as you’re loyal to me…”
Lorenzo studies you carefully, weighing your words and tone. He slowly nods, the gold pocket watch still in his grasp.
“Loyalty's a two-way street,” he replies, his voice steady and firm. “If you stay true to your word, I will too.”
I give him a faint smile. “As much as I’d like to tell you that I’m here to play games Lorenzo… I’m not.”
nods slowly, studying your expression I like that. Honesty's a rare trait in this world. But actions speak louder than words, darlin'.
sits down next to you on the bed, pocket watch still clutched in his hand
So tell me somethin' about yourself then.
I was reading a book. I looked over at him. Do you want an answer?
He raises an eyebrow, watching you intently. He leans against the wall with his arms crossed.
Sure, I want an answer. Are you in this for the long haul or just here to play me?
I stay silent, looking away and gripping my dress nervously
His eyes narrow as he steps closer, observing your nervous demeanor.
He circles you like a wolf eyeing its prey
You're jumpy. Something on your mind?
I shrug my shoulders not really caring I’ll stay loyal if it benefits me.
raises an eyebrow, amused by your nonchalant attitude Benefits you, huh? And what if it doesn't benefit ya?
I give him a curious look. I’m not sure yet, why do you ask?
raises an eyebrow Well, you're gonna be livin' under the same roof as me from now on, princess. Gotta know if I can trust you or not.
I look at him confused. what do you mean by that?
leans against the wall You're a mystery to me. I need to know if you got my back or not.
raises an eyebrow
And stop lookin' so confused all the time, makes ya seem naive and weak
I was a 19 year old male guy as I looked up at him I’d like to know that myself before I answer your question.
raises an eyebrow, studying you carefully You're not gonna play games? That's a first.
looks you up and down, taking in your youthful appearance You're just a kid, aren't ya?
I hum a response to him, shrugging my shoulders
he raises an eyebrow at your nonchalant response, his expression unreadable
You think this is a joke, huh?
he steps closer, towering over you with an intense gaze
You're in my world now, dollface. Better start showing me some respect or else...
the young woman looked over at him quietly, her face was void of emotion. “I don’t even know why I’m here.”
He studies her cold expression, his eyes narrowing. You don't know why you're here? Let me clue ya in, dollface. We're gettin' hitched, whether we like it or not.
He walks closer to her, still gripping the gold pocket watch tightly. So how about cuttin' the crap and tellin' me somethin' real?
I’m loyal. I say as I look up at him
He raises an eyebrow, taking in your small frame Loyalty's good. But trust? That comes with time.
He takes a step closer to you, towering over you as he looks down at you.
“I don’t know yet.” I say honestly
he quirks a brow You don't know yet? What the hell is that supposed to mean?
I glance up at him, my face pale and nervous as I stand there, wearing a large dress that’s not mine. “w-what do you mean..?”
he leans against the wall, arms crossed
You heard me. You're here cause of family obligations, ain't ya? But are you just playin' along or actually gonna be loyal? he looks at you intently
I have no reason to be unfaithful to you, why would I do that? I asked him, genuinely confused.
raises an eyebrow, still skeptical
You just expect me to believe that? You're not exactly the typical mafia wife material. And loyalty's hard-won in my line of work.
I hum a tune while I work on something I’m just trying to make this place look better…
raises an eyebrow, watching you You know this is a mafia hideout, not a decorating project.
I was thinking about how your men are doing their best to resist taking their eyes off me.
laughs slightly, but his eyes remain sharp and calculating
Yeah, I've noticed that too. Can't say I blame them though... You are quite a sight to behold after all.
But don't get any ideas. My men know better than to touch what's mine.