We sat in silence for a few more minutes lost in our thoughts. Samantha stood up and put her clothes in the machine beside mine.
"Sam" I called her.
"Yup" she replied, busy with the detergents.
"What do you know about Lorenzo McLaren?" I asked.
"Lorenzo?" She asked and looked up from the laundry detergent. "Why do you ask?"
"Just curious," I said, trying to sound casual. "I've heard his name a couple of times and I was just wondering what he was like." It was not that I didn't trust Sam but I just had to be careful.
"He's a Mafia Lord Mariana, Margot's boss. The most feared man in the whole of New York City. I get the fact that he is hot as f**k and totally edible but he's not someone to be trifled with." I wanted to find out more about Lorenzo,his past and how he got h
