Marisol DeJesus: The Bruja (Book 2)

Lorenzo's Truth

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER WILL CONTAIN MATERIAL INCLUDING s****l ASSUALT AND MAYBE TRIGGING TO SOME READERS. PLEASE SKIP AHEAD IF THIS IS NOT FOR YOU.

Marisol knocked him unconscious before bringing him back to the cathedral. When Lorenzo woke up, he was surrounded by a group of people who didn’t trust him. All besides one.  

And she was no taller than his knee and smiled behind her mama’s leg as she tried to stand tall with the others. Picking Aurora up when the kid kept smiling at her, Marisol looked at Lorenzo seriously when he met her eyes, “Te vamos a hacer algunas preguntas. Si miente, será incinerado en el acto. Lo entiendes? (*We’re going to ask you some questions. If you lie, you’ll be incinerated on the spot. Do you understand?)” 

Lorenzo nodded sitting up finding he was laying in a pew. And when he looked around, he found her and four African American teenagers staring at him.  A brother and sister apparently, a lover, and another girl who wasn’t of blood relation. But she had the spark and love of someone who could be considered family.  

A verdaera familia. A true family.  

Sitting in a pew in front of him, Brianna looked him over curiously, “How old are you kid?”  

 Lorenzo swallowed hard under her stare, “Fifteen.” Brianna grinned, “And what is your nationality?” Confused Lorenzo honestly admitted, “My mother is Latina and my father is Italian.” Brianna nodded slowly, “He’s being honest and I have the vibration.”  

The guy, her brother, spoke next, “I’m Jeremy and this is my little sister Brianna. You know Marisol. I’m going to ask you some questions, and if your honest we’re good.”  

Nodding jerkily, Marisol watched Tamia leave as she took Aurora out of the room. The little girl went along giggling, still blissfully unaware of the tension. When they cleared out, Marisol and Kase backed up as Jeremy began asking questions.  

“Gabriel Ramírez is your father, why do you want to kill him?” Lorenzo met Brianna’s eyes, “He killed mi madre. (*My mother).”  

Jeremy’s jaw tensed, “Why?” Lorenzo’s eyes clouded with hate as he whispered, “Because he didn’t think she was worthy enough to carry his son. Said a human wasn’t who was supposed to have his child.”  Jeremy could see how it upset the kid to talk about this stuff.  

And it sucked he had to pick at the scabs. Especially since he had his own when it came down to his father. But Jeremy had no choice because if they were going to trust him, they had to know everything.  

“You told Marisol he held you captive.” Lorenzo nodded jerkily, “Si.”  

Jeremy closed his eyes, “Tell me, why did he hold you captive if he didn’t want your mother to have you?” Lorenzo’s nose flared, “I survived him decapitating my mother because of his blood in my veins. I ripped myself from her body and he came back for me. Took me from my aunt when I was two.”   

Watching Lorenzo’s anger build with every question, Jeremy finally ripped the band-aid off.  

“Why do you hate him?” Lorenzo’s face darkened, looking much older than fifteen, “Porque lo odio? (*Why do I hate him)?” Lorenzo scoffed in disgust, “He’s a f*****g monster. And he’s my father, and I know that.”  

Trembling, Lorenzo whispered, “He treated me like a failed experiment. He thinks his firstborn, his true heir, will come from Marisol.” Marisol’s face scrunched up in disgust as Lorenzo admitted, “He kept me close to use me for the demon powers I inherited from him. But Gabriel was never my father, he treated me like a bastard, a waste of semen.”  

Feeling anger dominate his emotions, Lorenzo spat out bitterly, “I hate him, because of everything he took from me. I am productive of his mistakes and he treated me like it was my doing. I want him to pay for that.”  

Jeremy inhaled deeply as he wondered curiously, “One last question…how did you escape?” Lorenzo winced as he rubbed a wound that happened to be taking forever to heal.  A parting mark from his captors, and a warning they’d be looking for him.  

Lorenzo hated his father’s men. The demons circling around the self-claimed king were all dwellers and savages. All on a different level of intelligence and power, he’d never let them mix. And with some were assigned to guard the bastard Gabriel kept around.  

And tonight, Lorenzo’s least two favorite guards were here. A pesadilla demon named Ralph and a battle succubus named Yita, monitored him in his room. A bed with a single twin mattress, the nice mansion the demon who fathered owned, and he got the smallest one in the house. As far away from him as possible.  

Which Lorenzo didn’t mind since he didn’t like being anywhere near his sperm donor. The horrible being will only ridicule and show contempt towards his existence like it was his fault for being born. But he hated Yita and Ralph. Ralph was a blowhard who thought he could do and say whatever he wanted. And Yita, was just your average run-of-the-mill succubus.  

But he was different in ways that worried Lorenzo. For starters even though he identified as a battle succubus, who normally only wants blood and pain, he sometimes switched. And s*x with multiple partners in the most sinful settings did it for him too.  

And other times he tried to combine the two, blood, pain, and s*x all in one.  

And there was only one way he could get that. Most s*x demons didn’t care about gender either, and Yita was one of them. The handsome Ukrainian man couldn’t care less about what something was or who it was, if he felt attraction, he went for it.  

Willing participants or not.  

Sitting on his bed balled up wanting to be small, he jumped when Ralph taunted, “It’s got to be old being the boss’ bastard.  You should just end your misery kid and slit your wrists. Before he kills you himself mercilessly like he did your w***e mother.”  

Angry at the mention of his mother, Lorenzo sprung out of the bed, “Don’t talk about her!” Laughing mockingly as he looked Lorenzo over, Ralph whooped, “Oh look at the little half breed acting on big and bad.” He came at Lorenzo hard and knocked the wind from him. His moves precise as the kid looked up at him and he broke his nose in response.  Lorenzo fell to the floor groaning in pain as he threw insults in Spanish at Ralph’s back.  

Seeing his spirit as he laid with blood gushing from his nose and immediately felt excitement. Looking at Ralph, Yita nodded to the door making a crude gesture making the other abomination laugh. “You sick f**k. Well then,” walking out he whistled like it was a merry day.  

But Lorenzo screamed in pain as Yita’s magic wrapped around him, a paralyzing immobilizing spell meant to weaken him so he couldn’t fight back. Lorenzo panted and struggled to remain conscious, because once he was unconscious, Yita would f**k him. And most likely get him hooked on his essence. His body a slave to the feel of his abuser until his heart gave out.  

It was a paralyzing madness.  

Groaning as his entire body spasmed and convulsed under Yita’s power, Yita frowned growing impatient with his refusal. “You’re being difficult you little s**t. I guess we’ll do this the old fashion way.” He came over and pinned Lorenzo to the floor under his huge build. Hand on the back of his neck, Yita’s talons dug into Lorenzo’s shoulder as he clawed a hole in the seat of his pants.  

Crying out in pain as Yita began to violate him, Lorenzo’s body went into panic mode. And the demon the young boy tried to refuse snapped off its chain. One minute Yita was prepping himself for his next vile act when he suddenly felt something enter him.  

A sharp-edged tail had sprouted from Lorenzo’s back. His tail and wings spreading as he held up his hands sending fire to burn Yita alive. The succubus hollered and died painfully as others ran to see what the commotion was.  

Lorenzo killed many of them when he saw them. Savagely ripping them apart with his tail and burning them as payback for his torture and time in their captivity. Almost thirteen years and all of them had been cruel. And the ones that hadn’t, his father had already killed for being too nice. He would have kept going, tearing through the bodies with his tail and talons at the ready.  

But then he felt his father’s presence coming and ran.  

Because while he was confident, he could kill the majority of the people working for Gabriel, he knew he could never win against his father.  

So Lorenzo flew away, out his window, and into the city, Lorenzo masked his scent blending with the mortals around him. Waiting until he could find someone more powerful to ally with. Someone who could help him end his fathers tyranny.  

And then he saw her… Marisol.  

Lorenzo met all their eyes, his own burning with fire as he growled, “I want to make him pay for what he’s done. And you all have the power for me to make that happen.” Looking up into Marisol’s eyes, the young boy looked like a man as he growled, “¿Está usted en? (*Are you in)?”  

Marisol nodded her gut telling her that Lorenzo would be vital for killing Gabriel. And that was another player on her team and another loss for the mad demon.  

So, she shook Lorenzo’s hand promising to have his back while he swore to have hers.