Lorenzo pov
"It was just a kiss on the cheek."
I didn't let her finish. I grabbed her waist gently, pulling her body flush against mine. I slammed my mouth onto hers. I didn't want to be gentle, I wanted to drown out David's memory so badly, so she'd never think of that boy again.
She tasted like the wine, she had drank earlier, but yet she was filled with anger. For a second, she gasped into my mouth, her hands clutching my shirt. Then, she found her strength and pushed me back.
Slap!
The sound rang through the room. My face stung, and my head turned to the side.
"Don't you ever touch me like that again," she panted, her eyes filling with tears.
"I was doing my job," I said, my voice thick. "I'm making sure you stay focused on the mission. David is a distraction."
"You're a liar!" she yelled. "You're just a controlling, monster!"
We stood there, breathing the same air, staring each other down. I refused to admit she was right. I told her it was about security. I told her David was a risk, using every lie in the book to cover up the fact that I couldn't stand the thought of her being close to anyone else.
Cemal walked into the hall, his eyes wide. He saw my red cheek and Mara's messed-up hair.
Mara didn't wait for another word. She ran into the bedroom and slammed the door.
I stayed in the living room, the sting on my cheek matching the fire in my chest. I touched my lips, still feeling the taste of her kiss.
"Bro," Cemal said quietly. "You're jealous."
"I'm not," I snapped, turning my back on him.
"Sure," Cemal muttered. "And I'm the King of England."
I walked away, my heart hammering against my ribs. I had kissed her to prove a point, but why did I react that way.
Mara pov
The sun was very bright, hitting the white kitchen tiles and making my head throb. I didn't want to look at him. Every time I blinked, I felt the taste of Lorenzo's mouth on my lips, from last night. It was hard, angry, and made my blood boil. "Idiot." I cursed him, my head couldn't forget the kiss "damn it, thank goodness I slapped him."
I stood by the counter and gripped my coffee. Lorenzo sat at the table. He didn't have his mask on, He was cleaning a black gun, and the click-clack of the metal pieces was the only sound in the room. He had a laptop in front of him like he was watching something.
Later on he grabbed the tablet beside him and his whole focus was on it. I headed straight to the kitchen stove and started to toast my bread.
"I wish I could punch him to death." I clutched my fist together.
Cemal stood between us, moving eggs around in a pan. He looked like he wanted to jump out the window.
"Cemal," I said. My voice was flat. "Can you ask the shadow in the corner if he's done with the tablet? I have work to do. I'm not just a toy he can control in his house."
Lorenzo didn't look up. He rubbed a cloth over the barrel of his gun. "Cemal. Tell the girl if she had spent time yesterday doing research, she wouldn't have time for a tablet. Tell her I'm keeping the tablet until I check the logs."
"Cemal," I snapped. I stepped closer to the table. "Tell him if he acted like a professional and not a controlling caveman, we'd have the info by now."
"Cemal," Lorenzo's voice went low. It was that scary rumble that usually made people run.
"Tell her cavemen don't pay for hospital bills or her fancy dresses. And tell her the toast is smoking."
I looked down. The toaster was huffing out gray clouds. "Dammit!" I popped the bread up. It was black and hard as a brick.
"You can't even make breakfast," Lorenzo said. He finally looked at me. His eyes were cold, but there was a spark there. A challenge.
"I can cook better than a man who probably eats raw deer in the woods," I shot back.
Lorenzo stood up. He was so tall he seemed to swallow all the light in the kitchen.
He walked over and snatched the spatula from Cemal. "Cemal. Go sit down. I'm going to show the journalist what real food is."
Cemal dropped the pan. "Thank God. I'm going to the living room. Use me as a telephone one more time and I'm quitting." He bolted out of the room.
I crossed my arms. "A cooking fight? Really? Is this how you control me now?"
"No," Lorenzo said. He cracked an egg with one hand. No shells, no mess. "It's how I show you that you're wrong about everything. Especially me."
Mara pov
The sun was very bright, hitting the white kitchen tiles and making my head throb. I didn't want to look at him. Every time I blinked, I felt the taste of Lorenzo's mouth on my lips, from last night. It was hard, angry, and made my blood boil. "Idiot." I cursed him, my head couldn't forget the kiss "damn it, thank goodness I slapped him."
I stood by the counter and gripped my coffee. Lorenzo sat at the table. He didn't have his mask on, He was cleaning a black gun, and the click-clack of the metal pieces was the only sound in the room. He had a laptop in front of him like he was watching something. Later on he grabbed the tablet beside him and his whole focus was on it. I headed straight to the kitchen stove and started to toast my bread.
"I wish I could punch him to death." I clutched my fist together.
Cemal stood between us, moving eggs around in a pan. He looked like he wanted to jump out the window.
"Cemal," I said. My voice was flat. "Can you ask the shadow in the corner if he's done with the tablet? I have work to do. I'm not just a toy he can control in his house."
Lorenzo didn't look up. He rubbed a cloth over the barrel of his gun. "Cemal. Tell the girl if she had spent time yesterday doing research, she wouldn't have time for a tablet. Tell her I'm keeping the tablet until I check the logs."
"Cemal," I snapped. I stepped closer to the table. "Tell him if he acted like a professional and not a controlling caveman, we'd have the info by now."
"Cemal," Lorenzo's voice went low. It was that scary rumble that usually made people run. "Tell her cavemen don't pay for hospital bills or her fancy dresses. And tell her the toast is smoking."
I looked down. The toaster was huffing out gray clouds. "Dammit!" I popped the bread up. It was black and hard as a brick.
"You can't even make breakfast," Lorenzo said. He finally looked at me. His eyes were cold, but there was a spark there. A challenge.
"I can cook better than a man who probably eats raw deer in the woods," I shot back.
Lorenzo stood up. He was so tall he seemed to swallow all the light in the kitchen. He walked over and snatched the spatula from Cemal. "Cemal. Go sit down. I'm going to show the journalist what real food is."
Cemal dropped the pan. "Thank God. I'm going to the living room. Use me as a telephone one more time and I'm quitting." He bolted out of the room.
I crossed my arms. "A cooking fight? Really? Is this how you control me now?"
"No," Lorenzo said. He cracked an egg with one hand. No shells, no mess. "It's how I show you that you're wrong about everything. Especially me."