RED NOTES AND KISSES-Chapter 105: LAZ -

Once Laurel was out of sight, Laz quietly carried her to her bedroom. Placing her gently on the bed, he tucked her in with care.

"Something wrong?" she asked, her warm eyes roaming his face.

His heart clenched. He couldn’t do this right now—he was madly in love with this woman, more than he’d ever realized. He knew he loved her, but at this moment, the intensity of it left him breathless.

"No. Get some rest. I need to make a call," he said, his voice steady despite the storm within.

She nodded and turned over in bed. Laz brushed her hair softly before stepping out through the glass doors into the hallway, then onto the balcony.

As he dialed the number, a familiar Italian-American accent drawled on the other end, "You killed Sniper?"

"You’re waging war, Laziel," the man sneered. "Can you handle the wrath I’m bringing your way?"

"It must be nice to have her in your arms, huh? But don’t you think I could take it all away...just like that?" He laughed darkly.

Laz’s jaw ticked. Somehow, during the conversation, he found himself pacing down the private stairs from the balcony to the basement, where his extensive gun collection lined the walls. His eyes scanned the arsenal: handguns, shotguns, rifles, submachine guns.

How many bullets could a man take? he thought grimly, even as the voice in his ear continued.

"Killing Sniper was just a warning," the man said. Laz ran a hand over a McMillan TAC-50 sniper rifle, considering it.

He’d have to teach Frida how to use a gun now.

"You dare to bite the hand that fed you?" the man sneered. "Your father is nothing but a dog who eats from my table. I could end your family like that, you know?"

Laziel shrugged, his voice calm. "And yet you haven’t."

He could feel the smirk through the phone. "Well, you have better purposes to serve. Marry my daughter, and together we’ll be the most powerful family in America."

Laz let out a cold laugh. "You’d better be joking. Have you prepared your daughter’s funeral? Because I’ll send her body back to you in a coffin."

The man chuckled wickedly. "Oh, well, a body for a body. Frida’s would look much prettier in a coffin, don’t you think? She’s a beauty, almost like a reincarnation of Brooke Shields. She’d fetch a handsome price in the market."

Laz slammed his hand on the table, making the room shake. "I’ll kill you," he growled, the words laden with unspoken promises. "And I’ll let you look into my eyes when I do it. I’ll release the bullet straight down your throat—since you have such a big mouth."

The man cackled. "She’s a weakness, Laz. She can’t be with you. That’s why I’ll get rid of her—for your sake. Consider it a favor."

The call ended abruptly. Laz, trembling with rage, threw his phone across the room. Snatching up a rifle, he aimed and fired, shattering the phone into pieces.

Still seething, he stormed to the bar, grabbing a bottle of wine and downing it like water. Even after finishing, his fury simmered. He made his way to her room, standing quietly by the door, watching her sleep.

She was breathtaking. So innocent, so precious. His chest heaved with a deep sigh.

He held the bottle deciding there was no use going to bed cause he won’t sleep, so he stayed observing her.

Watching her sleep.

She was such a sight to behold, so innocent, so precious he sighed deeply.

She stirred her eyes cracking open, she sat up and the sheets fell to her waist.

His eyes zeroed on her breasts his breath hitched, becoming erratic.

She innocently lifted the sheets to her breasts and spoke with a sleepy slur "Hey...you okay?" She whispered.

He nodded "Yeah." He said restrainting himself she was sleeping, she was tired.

He wasn’t.

The lower part of him wasn’t.

"Can’t sleep?" She whispered.

He nodded, grunting a "Hmm."

She tapped the bed inviting him to join her and he shivered as the pinkish brown nipples called him.

Yes please... don’t mind if I do, he thought swallowing as he settled beside her.

"You’re drinking?" She said sleepily.

He nodded, taking a shaky breath "Hmm yeah."

"Can I have some?" She asked, her big doe sleepy eyes peering up at him. "I’m thirsty."

He chest was rising and falling rapidly "Yeah me too." He blurted out in a whisper and she giggled.

Lord. Have. Mercy.

He took a swing of the bottle to clear his senses.

To his utter shock and doom she leaned in and kissed him sipping the alcohol from his lips, she grinned against his lips "Thanks." She said hoarsely and his body trembled.

The bottle tipped over by mistake pouring on her bare skin over her chest she breast. She jerked "oh."

Yep, he was done for he leaned in using his tongue to lick the path, the drink slipped from her neck, to her chest, to the tip of her nipples.

He drank her and she chuckled he realized she was sleeping off, he had to restrain himself from fucking her in her sleep.

He gripped the sheets for self control...

Then turned his back to her cause, if her skin kept rubbing his he would definitely fuck her sleeping or not.

He stared at sky from the window the only thought on his mind as he drifted off "He had to teach her to use a gun."

She had to kill.

The morning light stirred him, when he opened his eyes, she wasn’t with him.

He panicked.

He looked, everywhere but she was gone.

Where was she?

He thought walking to his room he grabbed a hoodie and shorts before sprinting down the stairs to where his very lively family sat chattering.

They were setting breakfast on the table, Jesus Christ! she took his breath and every thought in his brain away as he saw her laugh to Leo’s joke.

Leo who had Danny on his lap, they were telling her some story.

She was beaming radiantly with smiles, so perfect in sunlight.

Her hair up in a messy bun, she was wearing a simple plain white tee shirt and she was beautiful even when she just woke up.

She was perfect.

Her existence was perfection it self.

He sighed as he took slow predatory steps towards her.

Her radiant brown eyes met his and her cheeks lit up she was blushing, by god’s breath.

How could he not feast on this woman, he gulped as he sat beside her.

He was restless, he wanted to touch her.

"Hey." She whispered shifting a cup of coffee to his front "Did you sleep well?"

She asked, genuinely concerned his eyes fell to lips, men he wanted to kiss her.

Laurel put toast in front of them with eggs "Morning, love birds."

Frida beamed and now he wanted to fuck her.

"Morning Laurel." She sang.

They all settled at the table, the TV playing the morning news in the background. Laz couldn’t help himself as he picked up his coffee, he took a sip, his other hand moved to her thigh.

Her eyes widened but she tried to look natural, sending him an inquisitive "What are you doing?" look, years of friendship decodes looks.

He blinked, lazily at her rubbing her knees then squeezing it he murmured sipping his coffee "Stress relief."