64. Lorenzo
Last night, I couldn’t focus.
I was out of it and it was so uncharacteristically not me.
The basement buzzed with activity as my workers packed and prepared shipments of my most profitable product—drugs. Normally, I thrived in this chaos. Precision, discipline, and ruthless efficiency defined me. Yet, no matter how hard I tried to immerse myself in the work, my concentration slipped through my fingers like grains of sea sand.
My mind betrayed me.
Both my heart, mind and soul wanted nothing else than to hold her, our mate and so was Mark.
Fortunately, Leo, my Beta, and Joe, one of my most trusted human henchmen had handled the situation in my stead. Still, it irked me. Losing focus wasn’t just a flaw—it was dangerous.
Earlier in the day, one of my men informed me about
