The Vampire king And His Angel.

9. Lorenzo

"What are you doing here?" the boss demanded, giving Lorenzo a sharp look.

Lorenzo shot me a casual grin, completely unfazed. "Just wanted to give her a warm welcome."

The boss wasn’t buying it. "Weren’t you supposed to deliver the package to the group?"

"Yeah, but I had a change of plans," Lorenzo replied, practically rolling his eyes at the boss’s glare.

The boss stepped closer, his voice a notch colder. "Get to them now. They’re waiting for you."

Lorenzo glared right back, clearly not a fan of being bossed around, but the boss wasn’t in the mood to negotiate. "Now!" His voice thundered, making both me and Lorenzo jump.

Muttering something under his breath, Lorenzo stomped to the door, opened it, and stormed out, slamming it behind him. And just like that, it was just me and the boss.

I looked up at him, my heart racing as I took in his appearance. He wore a simple black tee that showed off his tattoos and muscular arms, paired with a pair of blue pants that somehow made him look even more intimidating. His broad chest and strong build gave off a vibe that was both dangerous and irresistibly attractive.

"Done checking me out?" he drawled, his tone laced with amusement. My face instantly heated up as I realized I’d been staring.

"I wasn’t checking you out!" I snapped, shooting him a glare to cover my embarrassment.

He ignored me, and his eyes narrowed slightly. "You’re awake now, fully alert."

"Why am I here?" I blurted out, as I glanced around the room, avoiding his piercing gaze.

"Have you forgotten? You’re my slave now.” His voice was devoid of emotion, like this was just another business transaction.

Was this guy for real? "It’s the 21st century," I glared at him. "Nobody owns slaves anymore."

His lips curved into a smirk. "It’s a vampire thing."

"Please let me go.” My voice broke as tears welled up in my eyes. "I don’t want to be here."

He sighed deeply, stepping toward me at a slow, deliberate pace. "You know I can’t do that," he said, almost like he regretted it. His blue eyes locked on mine, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

"What exactly does being a vampire’s slave entail?" I asked bitterly, tears finally streaming down my face. "Are you gonna use me as... food?" My voice cracked as I forced the words out.

He didn’t answer, just kept staring at me with that blank expression that gave nothing away.

"Will you..." I hesitated, my voice barely above a whisper, "r**e me?"

His eyes widened slightly, and his expression shifted to something almost horrified. "I would never force myself on a woman," he said firmly, like the idea disgusted him.

But then his lips curved into a teasing smirk. "You’d be surprised how many women would willingly beg to be my slave."

I glared at him, my fear momentarily replaced by anger. "Well, I’m not one of them," I spat.

He was standing way too close now, his towering frame making me feel small and cornered. His scent, some mix of expensive cologne and something undeniably masculine, was overwhelming. His blue eyes bore into mine, and I found it impossible to look away.

Before I knew it, he tilted my chin up with his hand, forcing me to meet his gaze. "Don’t be afraid," he said softly, his tone almost... soothing. "I’m not a cruel master."

Something about the way he said it made me nod, like I was agreeing without even realizing it. What the hell was wrong with me?

He let go of my chin and stepped back, his eyes scanning me from head to toe. When his gaze lingered on my chest, I crossed my arms over it, feeling my face flush again. His soft chuckle only made me angrier.

"You should change into something more comfortable," he said, though his eyes were still glued to me. I glared at him and tightened my arms around myself. My waitress uniform…a striped blouse with a neckline way too low and a short pencil skirt, was not helping my case.

Suddenly my stomach betrayed me by growling loudly, and I wanted to sink into the floor. I slapped my hands over my stomach, mortified, while he smirked like he found the whole thing hilarious.

"You’re hungry," he said. "Stay here. Someone will bring you food."

As he turned to leave, I called out, unable to stop myself. "Do you actually care about the people who work for you, or is this just for show?"

He glanced back at me, clearly amused, but didn’t bother answering.

"Can’t you just let me go?" I asked again, this time with a little more hope.

"You already know the answer," he said, his tone final.

"What about my job? The restaurant?"

"It’s handled," he said with a shrug, like it was no big deal. "The club is mine. I can take care of it."

"I don’t have clothes here," I argued, trying to think of anything that might get him to listen.

"I’ll provide you with what you need," he replied flatly, like this conversation was boring him.

I let out a frustrated sigh as he walked out, leaving me alone. As soon as the door clicked shut, I collapsed onto the bed, tears streaming down my face.

How the hell did I end up here? This wasn’t the adventure I’d been looking for.

I sent a silent prayer to whoever might be listening, begging for a way out of this mess. But deep down, I knew the only way I was getting through this was by staying smart and keeping my head in the game.