CLAIMED - Chapter 4: Chapter 4

Bella
I rubbed my hands to create warmth in my body. My hair was drenched and i could just imagine myself looking like a dead rat in front of this stranger. The thought made me look up at the man who was driving as if he just hadnt forcefully decided to drop me home. His posture was straight and stiff, as if he wasnt bothered by his expensive clothes being wet. His white shirt was completely sticking to his chest revealing his big muscles underneath. He stretched his arm to my side making me shut my eyes tightly. IT WAS HAPPENING! HE IS GOING TO KILL ME! WHERE IS HIS GUN?! OMG IS HE GOING TO CHOCKE ME?! PARKING LOT EXPERIENCE 101?!
"Relax, kitten" I heard him say with a chuckle. I looked up to him holding a cigarette in his hands and breathed out in relief.
As if i wasnt dumb enough i proved myself more wrong when i decided to talk. "Smoking kills you know?" i said and regretted my words immediately. You are not here for a conversation, Bella!
"It does?" he asked as if he already didnt know. God, why am i so stupid?.
"Yeah, each year about 15 000 people die because of smoking" I stated, proud and thankful for James dumb "Fun facts" he told me now and then to irritate me.
I could see amusement in "Black coffee" boys eyes as he looked at me closely. I broke the eye contact and looked ahead. I could still feel his gaze burn on the side of my face. I shrugged the wet hair away from my face into a bun. He watched me closely as if he was memorizing my every move.
"Whats your name?" I asked to change the topic. If i was going to die or worse, get kidnapped, i would rather know this guys name. HELL, I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT HIM. Well, i know that he likes black coffee to an extent where he orders and dont drink, but thats it.
" When my eyes catch an addiction, its not easy to let go of it" he said in his husky voice, completely ignoring my question.
"How long have you been smoking,.." i asked and looked him directly in his eyes, that already were on mine, as i indicated for him to tell me his name yet again.
"Hmm, about 10 years?" he said more to himself than me. His brows furrowed as if he was trying to solve a big math question. The thought made me smile, but i didnt. I was a serious girl, right? Right. I still didnt get my answer!
"On average a person who smokes dies ten years earlier than one who dont" i said as i lifted up my chin and sat straighter in my seat. Did this guy think he could kill me without me irritating the hell out of him first? NO.
"Nah, my life is not that exciting for it to last that long anyway" he said taking me by surprise. What is his problem? I looked at him with confusion, but didnt utter a word. I could see the familiar streets in my neighborhood, to which i mentally thanked God.
"I live a quite lonely life" he added quickly as if he didnt want me to misunderstand anything. What was there to understand anyway. I am highly confused. I nodded still looking at him. "Maybe you should get some friends?" I said dumbly. A smirk grew on his face as he looked right ahead.
OK, so he was NOT kidnapping me or killing me. And he seems pretty lonely. Maybe he just wanted company? I mentally slapped myself for thinking that a MAN like him needed some friends. He probably partied everyday and had a girlfriend. His exotic looks would be too hard to resist in another setting.
"I found something much better. That matter is now taken care of" he mumbled as his lips parted allowing the smoke to gently roll through his mouth and blend in with the air. disappearing into nothingness.
The car had come to a stop right infront of my house, to which i had given him my address to. Stupid move. I know. I smiled up at him as he shot me a lazy smirk. Fuck, his hot. SNAP OUT OF IT BELLA!
I opened the door and turned to politely thank him, but was startled when he held my arm pushing me closer to him as he leaned in too. Our faces were so close that i could feel his breath hit my lips. I sucked in my breath as my heart slammed in my chest.
"Lorenzo, my name" he said as his breath touched my skin with every word he uttered. he slipped a familiar crumbled note in my hand with his number on it. The action was shoved away from me, hearing his name.
"Lorenzo like the mafia?" i asked quietly, scared of his reaction. He closed his eyes as the sentence came out of my mouth. The closeness between us so hard that every word felt more intimate. Had i just lectured a mafia on the effects of smoking, in HIS car when HE was driving ME HOME? Did i just have a staring contest with a man every person in this town feared to even look at? I had only heard of the cruel mafia leader Lorenzo, but this was NOT something i signed up for! NO!
My worst fears became reality as i saw the man infront of me open his eyes. He grabbed a blazer from god know where in his car and wrapped it around me before pushing me closer, if that even was possible. Our nose were touching and if either one of us where to talk, i would practically touch his lips. He straightened the expensive blazer around me covering my body as his cologne blended perfect with my body. And then he said the words that had my life shudder in fear;
"Lorenzo, like the mafia"