Lorenzo's POV
I'm wide awake gazing at the ceiling, the girl from the club last night lay beside me on the bed sleeping, her red hair splayed across my bed like a thick curtain.
I sat up and climbed out of bed proud and naked stretched a bit before heading to the bathroom and took a quick shower.
After showering I stepped out standing in front of the mirror with my eyes darting over to my abdomen, and observed my wound. My gunshot wound was healing perfectly well.
Giving the wound one last glance I wrapped a towel around myself before heading back to the bedroom to find the girl awake and yawning.
Her makeup was ruined, her red lipstick was smudged, her hair was all over the place with the bedsheet falling off her breasts. She didn't bother covering up, she really was in her element like a certified whore.
She looks over at me smiling as I walk over to the closet to get dressed for work, not sparing her a single glance.
"Good morning handsome," she greets.