127: Massimo Donatello

L O R E N Z O

Massimo had always been one of the most laid-back person in the world.

He never seemed like a mobster. He was always happy and smiling, but could flip his switch in a heartbeat and change.

He was dangerous.

And it was because of him that I had a bullet wound.

And he was the best person to ask for help. "You know where I was, Max." I answered. "My name has literally been in the media for almost two decades." I rolled my eyes.

"Ah yes." He chuckled, placing his hand around my shoulder and pulling me further into the mansion. The world famous billionaire, Lorenzo Salvatore. Never thought I'd live to see the day. It's crazy, huh? Seeing you in the flesh again."

"I didn't come here to reminisce with you, Max. I came here because I need your help. You're the only person I can trust with this." I said, deciding to dive right into business.

"And what is that, my dear Lorenzo? Please don't tell me you're here for a loan or some shit." He joked. "I didn't come all the way to the