(Lorenzo)I sat in my office and stared out the window. I was lost in thought, my mind raced with thoughts of the recents happenings. From the sabotages to the bombing to someone's attempt to kill me. For the past two weeks I tried to find out anything I could about it but everything had turned out to be a dead end. I had killed, tortured, mamed people but still I got nothing. I made the streets of New York bleed and all I got were pieces of a puzzle that didn't fit together. The blood crust gang, who was their secret funder? Why was it related to me?. The only person who could have answered my questions was Ian and he died in the explosion. Whoever tried to kill me also wanted him dead, it was planned perfectly. They wanted to kill two birds with one stone. They got me at my blindspot. It was the last thing I would have expected. I groaned in frustration and leaned over to pick up my coffee mug. I took a sip of the warm liquid. Suddenly, the door opened and Giovanni walked in."Kno

(Lorenzo)Giovanni carefully picked up Mariana and made his way back into the hospital. I sat on the last step of the stairs and stared up at the sky, lost in thoughts. Mariana clearly didn't want to go back to the club but I simply couldn't just let her go even if I wanted to. Things are a whole lot complicated when it comes to her. Giovanni's remark from before crossed my mind. He was right, I could have stopped her myself if I wanted to. I purposely let her get the upper hand. A part of me hoped she would have hit me with the rod and escaped while the other part of me was grateful for Giovanni's intervention. I got up from the stairs and made my way to Mariana's room. Giovanni stood outside Mariana's room on a phone call. I turned the knob and pushed the door open. I looked around the room before my eyes landed on her. I moved closer to her and just stood there, watching her. She softly groaned and adjusted her sleeping position. I gently placed my hand on her face, it was warm

(Lorenzo) I laid in my bed, a hand behind my head as I stared at the ceiling. I was thinking about what happened at that apartment some days ago. Benjamin Myers. It couldn't be him. Ben was dead, I watched him die so how was he alive. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Everything was spiralling out of control. I haven't even figured out the first problem and now I had another issue on my plate. That psycho who called wasn't Ben. It couldn't be him, someone had used his name to get to me. But what about the phone call. The voice sounded so clear, It couldn't have been some recording. My mind flashbacked to some years ago when I had killed Tolrez and had just started the McLaren Mafia. I was on a killing spree then, the slightest sign of betrayal and I'd have the person dead. Ben was my best friend and Margot's boyfriend. He was my first right hand man. Things were so good then. He handled a large faction of the Mafia, we were an unstoppable duo. We were both ruthless and cunn

(Lorenzo)I paced about my office, frustrated. Why was it hard to have one decent conversation with Mariana? It always ended up with us screaming our heads off at each other. We both had short tempers and once we were angry we just said anything to each other. I brought her over to my house to talk to her, make some form of negotiations with her concerning her not wanting to go back to the club but she didn’t want to listen me, she didn’t even give me a chance. I groaned in frustration pacing around my office. Everything has just been upside down lately and it has been really hard to focus with everything that has been going on. I’m still figuring out a way to get who is helping BM. I still don’t believe it’s Benjamin but that doesn’t mean I would underestimate him either. Giovanni barged into my office as usual.“Tell me something good” I told him.“We have another lead on the bombing.” He replied.“What is it?” He handed me a paper filled with information of a man.“Jeremy suthers

(Lorenzo)I was on my way to the club when I received a call. "Speak"I said"Boss we have the girl. She waiting in your private lounge." "Okay, I'm on my way." I said and cut the call. I've been meaning to talk to Mariana since our last argument. I needed to be more calm and reasonable when it came to her but it was easier said than done. All my emotions gets riled up when I'm around her, it's so hard to control it.I pulled up in front of the club and stepped out. Images of the explosion flashed in my head, the rubbles, Giovanni, Marianna. I needed to find the culprit fast. I headed to the private VIP suite which was located at the back of the club. I met the guard at the front of the door. He immediately opened the door for me and I headed straight for my private suite quickly avoiding any form of acquaintances because I wasn't in the mood for pleasantries. I walked into the room and was met with a sight of a sleeping Mariana. She sat on the couch with her hands crossed at the fro