Page 34 of Reckless Games

“You’re surprisingly good at this for your first time," Lorenzo commented proudly.

I blushed at his praise, feeling a warm glow inside me. "Yeah, I know I'm a natural,” I said proudly, flexing my shoulders. “Although you could do better, you know. You should take some classes from me.”

Lorenzo’s eyebrow shot up with a challenge glinting in his eyes. “Should I now?”

Without waiting for my response, he took the gun in his hand without breaking our eye contact. In one fluid motion, he loaded the gun and fired six shots in rapid succession, all without even glancing at the target. The loud blasts made me instinctively squeeze my eyes shut and cover my ears.

After a few seconds, I hesitantly opened my eyes to see Lorenzo still looking at me, his arm outstretched and the gun smoking slightly. Slowly, I turned to face the targets. My jaw dropped. Each dummy had a bullet hole perfectly centered in its head. All six of them.

"You were saying, Angel?" he asked with a smug smile tugging at his lips.

I stood there, momentarily speechless. "Okay, okay," I finally admitted, laughing and shaking my head. "Maybe I can learn a thing or two from you."

"Just a thing or two?" he teased, holstering the gun and stepping closer to me.

"Alright, maybe more than that."

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Chapter 17

Angela

It had been a few weeks since I started my training, and during this time, Lorenzo and I had grown closer than ever. He never hesitated to express his feelings and told me how much he loved me at least seven times a day. We had sex numerous times, sometimes even during training when hot, abrupt makeout sessions led to more. Lorenzo always prioritized my comfort over his needs, knowing I was still new to the whole intimate thing. But now, I wanted to do something more for him. I wanted to satisfy his needs like no one else ever had before.

So, I did some research. This led me to my current position; sprawled on the sofa with my laptop and iced boba tea, scrolling through various sources and gaining insights from visuals and graphics. I wished someone with first-hand experience could guide me properly, but it could not be Lorenzo because I wanted to surprise him. My eyes were intensely focused on the screen, my lips wrapped around the straw as I watched a sex tape, when I heard the distant clicking of heels, making me frown.Heels?

My head whipped toward the hallway. Were we having guests? Lorenzo did not inform me about anything. My eyes narrowed, watching the hallway until my jaw dropped at the sight of the person entering with a rolling suitcase.

“You are such a bitch, I swear to God!”

“Ems!” I exclaimed, jumping up from my spot to hug her.

“Don’t you fucking dare ‘Emily’ me!” She took off one of her heels and tossed it in my direction, making me run the other way.

“Okay, I’m sorry, I’m sorry! It’s not my fault!” I yelled, ducking behind the sofa to dodge the second heel as it hurtled towards me.

“Not your fault?” Emily rounded the sofa, quickly cornering me. “You could have at least called me! Or answer yourdamnphone! This is the second time, Angela!”

“My phone broke during the attack back in Italy! I got so caught up, I didn’t get a new one. Sorry! But can you please stop behaving like a wild cat so I can at least hug you?”

“Ugh, fine! But you are a terrible friend, Angela! If not for Giovanni coming to my place and bringing me here for the weekend, I would have never known if the land swallowed you or you evaporated into thin air.” She finally engulfed me in a tight hug before slapping my back. “Don’t you dare do this again!”

I laughed, feeling the weight of guilt lift off my shoulders. “I promise, I won’t. I missed you too much.”

Emily sighed, pulling back to look at me. “Well, you better have a damn good excuse for disappearing on me.”

I smiled sheepishly. “I do. And I can’t wait to tell you everything. But first, let’s get you settled in.”

Emily nodded, her eyes softening. “Alright. But this better be good.”

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“Did Giovanni not come back with you?” I asked, taking a sip from my boba tea. Emily had settled into the guest room, and I had explained everything about the attack at Lorenzo’s mansion in Italy after she and I had gotten drunk that night. She was surprised Giovanni had not mentioned it on the flight. He had literally appeared at her doorstep, told her to pack up in anhour for a two-day trip if she wanted to see me, and that I would explain the rest.And I did.

“No, he dropped me off here and left, saying there was something urgent to deal with.”Oh, I hope Lorenzo is not in any kind of trouble. “I still can’t believe someone had the audacity to break into Lorenzo Martinez’s house. I mean, of all people, him?” I totally agreed with her. Those people had some nerve.

“Wait, what’s that?” Emily glanced at my laptop screen, making my mouth fall open.Oh shit. I had brought my tea and laptop up to her room but totally forgot to shut the screen.

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