~Lorenzo POV~
I parked my car across the street from Mike’s bar. This was a clean establishment on neutral territory. Though we’re currently dealing with an unknown conspirator who shot up one of our clubs a few months ago, I was not too concerned that this was a set-up or an ambush. That guy screamed mafia and liked being flashy. He didn’t seem as if he would go to the elaborate ruse of pretending to be some Joe Schmoe wanting to beat up the guy who f**k his girlfriend. Nevertheless, I was not stupid enough to not go in there strap. Beyond that, this wasn’t how this type of thing usually went. When someone requested my services, they did not get a personal visit for f*****g hand holding. But here I was doing just that. Although if I had to be honest, I was more curious as to who would be
