Page 51 of Lourdes & the Mafia
“Kane has the power to inflict pain, to torture. Rami has the power to cause death. I have the magic of healing.”
I stare at him. “What does healing have to do with the Underworld? I mean, the Underworld is where people come when they die.”
He chuckles. “The Underworld is where people come to suffer.”
“Okay, so why would you have healing powers?”
“Because isn’t healing just another form of suffering?” Before I can ask, he continues, “Think about it, if you get a wound inflicted upon your body, the healing process is slow, arduous, and painful. The Underworld is all about pain, but it’s also about lament. It’s about moving on to the other side and so, my dear Lourdes…” He pulls me to a stand and I go willingly. “I will ask you again. Will you let me heal your hurts?”
This time, I can’t find it in me to say any other word except…
“Yes.”
“Joder, Dios mio…”
Lorenzo chuckles. “You like it?”
“¿Que si me gusta?”
The breath leaves me as I take in the lavish bathroom.The whole thing is practically a suite of its own. Black and white marble spread across every inch of the room. A tub the size of a small swimming pool sits in the middle of the room, four pillars placed around the square structure from the ground up to the ceiling where a circular glass window is, showing the red and black sky above. It’s rich in its opulence, with designs carved into the walls. Glittering chandeliers made of silver and obsidian hang high. Candles flicker, giving the room a romantic feel.
The bathroom is big enough to hold couches and screens for changing. The walls hold several hygienic products that are straight out of a Pinterest dream board.
Already the bathtub begins bubbling with steaming, soapy water.
“This is the bathroom of my dreams,” I tell Lorenzo finally, turning around to find his eyes on me, those dark depths twinkling and the smile he wears endearing.
“I am glad.” His hands settle on my shoulders for a brief second before he pulls away. “Now come, let me pamper you.” He goes deeper into the room, leaving me to follow behind him. He doesn’t go to any of the shelves. Instead, he waves his hand and his magic responds, doing all the work for him.
Though I grew up in a family of warlocks and witches, I always found myself distanced from the supernatural world. So it always amazes me to see magic at work, particularly when others don’t use it as freely out in public. But he does, and it looks like it costs him so little.
Bottles begin flying towards the steps by the bathtub, each one aligning themselves perfectly. The candles flare brightly, making everything so much more illuminated.
Even Lorenzo.
I can’t help but watch in fascination as he slowly rolls up the sleeves of his shirt, pushing them to his elbows to reveal a very toned forearm. Every movement he makes, he does methodically, with a careful precision. Though at the same time it seems like the prowling movements he makes is natural. He exudes sensuality, and my mouth dries up at the sight of the veins along his arms.
Seriously.
His fucking veins.
Why are veins so sexy on a man? Who the fuck knows, but it makes them seem like good breeding stock.
Lorenzo turns then, and I freeze in embarrassment as he smiles at me, almost like he can hear those nasty thoughts overtaking my mind.
“Do you like your water warm or scalding like the flames of the Underworld?” He steps up the side of the tub, dipping his fingers into the water.
“Scalding, of course.”
Is there really any other answer?
He smirks and turns back to the water, his hand waving over it and adjusting the temperature.
The room itself warms as well, or maybe that’s just my own goddamn body responding to the way Lorenzo is bending over the bathtub.
God damn, he has an ass.
A tight little thing that I could grasp in the palms of my hands and bounce coins off of all day.
