Chapter 2 Lorenzo (POV)

I could not stop watching her. She made my blood stir. She's beautiful. Ocean blue eyes, obsidian black hair. Pouty lips I would love to see sucky my cock. Beautiful firm body. She is about 5' 4" and has a body of someone that takes care of herself. You could see her arms are cut and firm. Her legs are firm. Her abs are ripped. Her ass, I dream of holding her and squeezing her ass as she screams my name. She has been working on my trucks for a couple of years now. Ever since I first saw her that night, I could not stop thinking of her.

We had gone to pick up our trucks the night her uncle was killed. A rival crew had visited him that night. I overheard the conversation. They thought he took their drugs out of their car that they left there for a tune-up. Something was not adding up. One guy asked about a map. The other would shut him up and ask about a tunnel.

First what idiot would drop off a car with drugs hidden in it? I could not see exactly who it was. I had someone looking into the situation as this happened on our turf. What map? What tunnel?

I am Lorenzo Marchetti, my father is Luca Marchetti, the mafia godfather. Brooklyn is part of our turf. Our family has been here since the early 1900's. I am being trained to take over for my father when he retires. I am twenty-nine years old. 6' 2", I graduated college with a business degree. I have been able to legitimize and large majority of our businesses. I have four brothers, Francesco, Tomas, Mateo and Luca Jr. and one sister, Giana, she is twenty-one. Just like my beautiful angel.

I have been watching Cassidy, ever since that night her world stopped. I wanted more than anything to go to her and hold her. I saw the look on her face. Alone. Angry. Defiant. Simply beautiful. Yeah, I had my share of girls. Not real dating girls, just one-night stands. None ever captivated me like Cassidy.

Her intense stare. She showed no emotion after her uncle was killed. She was angry with the police that night. They told her simple case of killed in an attempted robbery. After the police left, she squared her shoulders, straightened her posture, head up and she kept staring at the area and walking the perimeter and talking to herself. She knew simple was not the answer. I heard her yell out, "Bull shit! I will find out who did this. No matter hell or high water." He made my blood stir.

I have my men keeping an eye on her. I want nothing to happen to her. I must have her. I want her by my side. Just her presence calms me. My mind, body and soul belong to her. I have not thought of anyone else. I have not been with anyone else since I first laid eyes on her. I watch her every night. I stand in the dark like some stalker. I dream of her every night.

My Father has yet to find out who was responsible for her uncles' death. We tried to find out whose car was in the shop at the time of the murder. I have to protect my angel, amore mio. I will kill who ever lays a hand on her.

I send my men there to drop off the trucks early, just so I can see her earlier in the day. I usually watch her in the darkness of the night, but Marco suggested dropping the trucks off the day prior to the appointment. I could see her beautiful face in the day light.

She was beautiful in every way she moved. I saw her eyes, the way she looked around checking the streets. She always locked up the same way. Wearing coveralls and her hair up in a messy bun. She had a small, thin black watch on. I could see the dirty and grease on her hands and arms. Closing the gate and locking it. Closing the garage doors and the doors in the back after she double checked everything in front. I knew she had a small handgun tucked in the small of her back. I would love to run my hand up and down there. I dream about taking her to dinner and placing my hand there as we walk into one of our restaurants. I would take her anywhere she wanted. I often wondered if she ever wore a dress. I want to love to see those legs in a dress.

She reminded me so much of my mother. My mother passed away ten years ago from breast cancer. I saw the look in my father's face when my mother took her last breath. Part of him died that day. If anyone could make my father bend, it was only my mother. He worshipped her. He loved her. He tried to find ever cure he possibly could for her. In the end, the cancer took her from us.

My father still visits the family mausoleum. He talks to her every day. On Sundays he places flowers on her casket. He used to have flowers delivered to her every Sunday morning. This was our family day. She always made a huge dinner. Everyone in our family was there. Music would be playing and every Italian dish you could think of was made. My mother would be up late the night before making her desserts. She loved cooking. She spoiled the entire family. But not as much as she spoiled my father.

I was brought out of my thoughts as I noticed Cassidy was staring in my direction after nightfall. I threw my cigarette down and stepped on it. I hope she did not see me. I want to make a special trip back to see her when we pick up the trucks Saturday afternoon.

She is an excellent mechanic. She really knows her work. She is strong woman. Alone handling the engine hoist and all of the tools. I watched her in awe one day from one of my cars. I parked across the street in my car watching her. She is respected by all of her customers. She is honest and trustworthy. The way she handles herself. I chuckled at the music she played, Evelyn "Champagne" King, Teena Marie, Lincoln Park, Green Day and Red-Hot Chili Peppers. She would sing out loud a song 'It's Raining Men'. She listens to a lot of different music. She would dance around carefree and wild. I could sit there for hours just watching her sing and dance around. I would smile to myself. She cannot carry tune, but she is just absolutely captivating.

Could I make her happy? I am not the easiest man to love or even get along with. My men know I have a temper. I have had people killed for crimes against my family.