Chapter 6

• Lorenzo stood in one of the balconies in his mansion, looking over the city. His hair was still wet from the shower and the soft, curly strands clung to the sides of his face as the wind blew and he placed his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants.
• From where he stood, everything looked so small, so insignificant to him and then the water that stretched around Venice could be seen in the distance. It was a breathtaking view, but Lorenzo was not interested in having his air taken away by beautiful scenery— not that it was possible. The only thing he could keep his mind on was the blue colour of the eyes of the stripper princess.
• Her eyes were blue. A bright, clear beautiful blue, first things he noticed when he looked at her upfront were her eyes, and how could he not?
• And her lips had been a distracting red colour, and there, on the large balcony, he wondered what it would be like to lock lips with her.
• Lorenzo groaned, his frustration growing as the image of the girl threatened to take over his head and all the sense of reasoning that he had. His mind wandered to the girl that had been given to him by Miss Lucy the night before.
• She was slender, her body figure identical to Lilac’s, and Lorenzo knew that Miss Lucy was only trying to help him suit his tastes. According to Miss Lucy, Octavia— the girl that had been given to him was a blue eyes beauty. Lorenzo had seen Lilac’s blue eyes very clearly, but this girl’s eyes kept on taking different shades of gray, green and blue. And her eyes were definitely not shocking.
• But he knew the name of a stripper princess with shocking eyes, of course.
• The girl had danced— very well in fact, and she ground her backside against Lorenzo. Their body contact did nothing close to what Lilac had done when she stared into his eyes and did her C-O-C-O-N-U-T dance. And after the dancing and fore play, while he served her strokes, it felt like he was fucking a different person each time her eyes flashed and showed a different colour. Eventually, he had her turn while he fucked her from the back.
• Lorenzo shook his head.
• “Cazzo!” He cursed loudly into the air, causing the birds that were coming to settle on the railing to fly way in fear.
• “It’s because I just want to taste her once. To satisfy a craving, one has to eat the dish. After I have those legs in my possession, I would stop thinking about her.” Lorenzo said to himself and turned around to go inside.
• He decided to not go to the bar until after, to merely avoid Miss Lucy’s teasing. He got to his room and fished out a large phone book. Flipping through pages of numbers and addresses, he stopped at a page and dialed a number from it.
• The phone rung once, and immediately the call was picked.
• “Curious.” Lorenzo said.
• “I see that you have called me, Mr Salvatore. To what do I owe this huge honor?” The man said from the other side of the line.
• “I did not call you to chitchat. I have a job.”
• “Okay. Do you need me to come over with my plumbing devices?”
• Lorenzo could not hide his grimace. “Just be here as soon as you can.”
• “Yes s—” Lorenzo disconnected the line and put his hands on his head. Why had he called curious? He had just acted on mere impulse! Why the hell had he done that?
• “Something good better come out of this.” Lorenzo reprimanded himself. “Contacting that idiot should better not be a waste of my time.”
• Lorenzo placed a call to his guards, asking them to let the guy who would tell them that ‘Oranges are better.’ as his entry pass.
• Not too long after, Lorenzo’s main door got opened and a tall, well built walked in with a swagger. “Mr Salvatore, my man!”
• Lorenzo did not look in any way impressed or amused. “I didn’t call you to fool around.”
• The man raised his hands. “I was only greeting you. You know, what any civilized person would do?”
• Lorenzo narrowed his eyes. The dude had not even begun yet and he was already starting to get on Lorenzo’s nerves.
• Curious was a top class probate detective, with a love for goofing around, which apparently helps him with the line of work he had chosen for home self, or so he said. Lorenzo had called Curious to him because he wanted more information on the girl.
• Lilac.
• “So, I want to find out who this person is—” Lorenzo was interrupted.
• “What? Does she wear a ski mask all over her face then? And for so long that you don’t actually know who they look like or what their faces are?”
• Lorenzo patted his now dry hair. “Something like that.”
• “You know that I’d need details, mostly for professional usage of course!” Curious grinned.
• “And she must not know that she is being investigated, you and your guys would have to be very careful. Her life must go on as normal.”
• “Why do you want to even look into this girl anyway? You like her styles or something?” Lorenzo ignored the question and brought out a brown file pocket.
• “Mind your business, Curious. Here is everything I have on her.” He handed it to Curious who opened it immediately.
• “This is j-just a photo. A picture of a girl in a mask. And these lights? Where is she standing at least?”
• “The Piccolo Mono Disco.” Lorenzo said, and stood up, Curious followed as Lorenzo led him out.
• “Give me a number.” Lorenzo said as he stood at the door.
• “Twenty thousand.” He said and lit a flame with a lighter he had brought out from his pocket.
• “I would give you twelve thousand now, and the rest when you finish the job. And only smoke when you’re outside these premises.” Curious nodded and Lorenzo shut the door in his face.
• As Lorenzo turned back, he heard the electronic doorbell. Cursing, he went back to the door and opened it, irritation showing on his face.
• “Curious, are you—” Then he stopped short when he realised that it wasn’t Curious standing there, but Antonio.
• Antonio looked up and puffed out a long breath. “You’re okay?” Then he let himself in.
• “Why are you here?”
• “I can’t come to see my beet friend again? What is the world turning to?” Antonio said with an exaggeration look of mock horror.
• Lorenzo gave him an unimpressed look. Antonio raised his middle finger up in response. “Fine, I came here because I wanted to watch television.”
• “You have that at your own house.”
• “Well maybe I wanted your company.” Antonio shrugged. “Not so hard to believe.”
• “Okay, let’s paint our nails and cuddle together under blankets and gossip about boys too, shan’t we?” Lorenzo took a seat and turned the television on.
• He flicked through channels before he decided to settle on the sports channel.