Lorenzo’s POV My finger rimmed the edges of the glass, my eyes burnt with fury as I chugged down the glass of scotch that burnt down to my stomach from my throat while I tried to stay sane. “ Are you certain?” I questioned, my hands caressing the Glock safely tucked in my pocket. The silence hung above the air like thick clothing before it dissipated. “Yes,” I stood up, snapping the key off the table, my footsteps heavy on the tile.“ Boss” Tristan's steps quickened as he tried to get closer to me when I shoved him off. “ Stay back” I ordered when I saw how persistent he was, my hands clenched his neck, when he was being adamant before I slammed him against the door to the truck. “ I said you should get out of my way. Now” He stood, back reclined against the door. “You can't go in there. It is like a fortress, and you will get killed” he explained when I dragged him like a doll. “Then let me die. I am going there, and I am going to make sure he pays” I swore before gliding int
The chair swerved to the side, a grunt emanating from Dawson's lips as he stood up, slamming the chair against the wall. “ What do you mean?’’ his voice rose in octaves as he demanded to know. Eyes boring into the man's head who kept trembling. “ The doctor is here, he said he isn't sure that he can do it, that he wouldn't attest to the fact that….” Dawson was out before the rest of the words could drop, his steps as fast as lightning as he motioned toward the door. The red one that held all the machines that he had gotten at the last minute. “ What did you say, Doctor Simeon?” Dawson held the iron swaying it in the air as he listened. Dr. Simeon, seeing him, moved back, his breath almost gasping when Dawson held his neck, pulling him along with him. His hands pushed the door open, the people strapped to the chair came to vision. “ Mr. Dawson” Doctor Simeon couldn't help but gasp. “ How…how…” his words came out in stutters as he tried to find the right word. Strapped to the c
Hello readers, Daphne is back but as Talia, and she has one aim in mind. That is to make Lorenzo pay for hurting her father. She has amnesia and doesn't recall him but that rage in her keeps her burning. What they have is a love hate relationship but would it last? When Lorenzo has imprinted himself in her? Daphne's POV The fumes of cars engine drifted into my nose while I took in a sharp glance, my heart accelerating before placing the ringing phone against my ears. “ Oh father” My hands curled around my fendi bag“ I just touched down, and you shouldn't have” I said to him. Call him the worry wart, but my father was every inch of that. How could he think that I would still be harmed? I knew Lorenzo had plotted to kill me before, making me end up down the bridge, but I was powerful now. I could jab a knife into him if he tried anything funny. My head swirled when I thought about his photo again. Father had made sure that I gazed at it until every single detail imprinted themse
Lorenzo's POV My throat parched, eyes stung as I walked down the air stairs, tiny strings of tears lingered at the edge of my eyes, ones that I flung off. The humid air swept over my face, jolting all of my senses as I took a gaze around. “Boss” Tristan stood by the side. His eyes held appreciation, that told me he was glad to see me.My hands squeezed his shoulders, gratitude dancing in my eyes for holding the fort for me while I was away. It had been five years since Daphne happened and when I thought I was going to be fine, I had only drank myself to stupor until I couldn't anymore. Until the distance form far away took shape. I had blossomed while away, built a huge business empire, far away from Drago’s, and I was here for just something. A new rival had crept up and was taking all of our deals. Call it wit or brain, I didn't know what exactly she was using, but I was here to find out. I might have been gone, but I was still the beast, the one who was dreaded by all. “How
Lorenzo's POVMy breath caught, cheek burned as my hands caressed her face. Dimples of gratitude on my cheek as I cupped her face, wanting to thank her for coming back to me when she tsked and I dropped. All the hysterical moments I had felt for a while drizzled into thin air as she burst out into laughter and that was when I saw them. Tattoos painted over her skin. Her legs dropped over each other, her latex trouser clung to her curves as she swirled around in my desk, standing upright. ‘’I was told I looked just like your dead fiancée” her tone mocked as lilies lingered in the air. My throat parched as I listened, wanting to hear what else she was going to say. “It is a pity that you can't act right, are you this way? Around everyone you see? Who looked like her?”Her tone was coated with mockery as she questioned me, and I couldn't help but drink in her features. She had Daphne's face aside from the clip on her lips and her purple hair, she looked every inch like her, the tatto
Lorenzo's POV “ Dawson!” I screamed as I sauntered down the vast hall, trying to push the security details that protected him off me. “ Sir, you need to schedule an appointment first before you see the governor. You can't just barge in here” I threw a decent punch at the man holding me, sending him flying over to the edge before throwing a door open only to meet an empty one. I gave a wave at Jaden who stood far away, his nanny walking with him on what would look like one of his daily walks. “ Keep him at bay, I have scores to settle with his father.” My face scrunched further into a scowl as I flung another door open and there he was. A bitch on his lap and she was grinding the asshole dick. Such arrant nonsense and disrespect to my sister. “ Lorenzo” he was surely stunned to see me. The shocked look on his face told me so. “Well, well, well, what do we have here? Your excellency”. The girl's face took an angered one, clearly not happy that her time had been interrupted. I s
Daphne's POV The gate squeaked when the AMG drove in, that familiar ache fluttered in my stomach when I placed a foot down, my heart racing when I saw my father, a smile highlighted at the edge of his lips, one that widened into a tiny laugh as I approached him. Hands were thrown over me as laughter echoed through the air, with me diving into his arms. “ Father” I squeezed my eyes tight, savoring his embrace as I had always done. It seemed like forever since I did this. His hands ran through my hair, caressing it gently before he pulled me away to take a proper glance at me. “ You don't look bad. You don't feel jet lag, do you?” I shook my head, giving him an answer as the trolley was pushed past, it contained my bags and buses. “So tell me…” he implored as we turned to walk. “You met him, what was he like?” My heart raced, and I stopped in track, pushing a smile up my face. “Everything you said. Cunning and I can't really place my hand on it …” I tried to find the right word
Daphne's POV“No” I shook my head as I tried pleading with Jaden, this couldn't be happening to me, not now, not today of all days.“ You told me that you wouldn't break my heart, remember…we had memories together, Jaden, so please....”I shut my eyes, before flicking them open, my hands around his wrist. “It is over, Daphne!” I stood transfixed to the spot as he shoved me aside before walking past me. For the first time, since he had walked away from me, shoving me to the side just so he could walk through, my tears refused to drop and when they did, they came first in little lines, flowing down my face ceaselessly. I shut my eyes trying as hard as I could to blink them back but no matter how hard I tried to, I just couldn't stop it. I leaned against the wall, my back hitting the rough wall before breaking down in tears. I let them all out, all the tears that I have held in after Jaden had called it quit a moment ago, when he had looked me in the eyes and muttered to my face that I