253. Lorenzo
Back to the people. They were my shield, my strongest weapon. If I didn’t have them in my palm, working with government officials would be a slow, grueling process. After all, the officials were only a handful, while the public was a force. Their belief in me mattered more than anything. That was why when Javier dared to smear my name, I wanted his head. The people didn’t need to know the things I had done behind closed doors, the blood I had spilled, the bodies that had vanished under my command.
As long as they saw me as a noble man, a protector of orphans, a generous benefactor, I was untouchable. The irony of it all? Claudia, the girl I had raised, the girl the world believed I had saved, had been orphaned because of me. I had been the one to put a bullet in her parents
