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Lorenzo's Pov
Mornings in my world never begin with peace, they start with chaos. It's either a phone vibrating, an urgent knock at the door, a fight breaking out, or the constant tug of responsibilities that only seems to multiply.
Today though, it wasn’t business that occupied my thoughts.
It's been two months since the night I can't seem to get off my mind. I have searched for the mysterious lady but it was as though she suddenly disappeared from the surface of the earth.
I had gone through the surveillance cameras, but her clutch had strategically covered her face at every point and it disturbed me. More than I like to admit.
Despite the heat of the night, she had been so cautious of the almost hidden cameras.
A sharp knock on the door broke me out of my thoughts.
“Come in,” I called, my tone sharper than intended, visibly irritated to be disturbed.
Roman stepped in, his expression grave. “We have got a situation, boss.”
I straightened my back, the seat squeaking slightly under my weight as I sat upright, bracing myself for 'whatever fire that needed extinguishing'.
“What now?”
“The docks,” Roman said, running a hand through his hair. “Raffaele’s crew is getting bolder. They have been spotted trying to interfere with the shipments.”
“Of course they have,” I muttered, switching on my system.
"How many men do we have positioned there?"
"About thirty, boss."
"And can I get an estimated number of his men?"
"Venom gave me an estimate of twenty men, he said there might be more."
"Raffaele isn't dumb enough to go against my men with only twenty of his. He's either just snooping around or has more men on the way. I want you to double security, send word to the captains, no one gets near that shipment without clearance.”
His head dipped in a nod, he turned to leave but I stopped him.
"Roman?"
"Capo."
"Inform the team that losing their lives would be better than allowing even a single piece of my parcel to go missing.”
He visibly swallowed, fear visible in his eyes.
"Yes boss."
The door shut with a soft click, leaving me alone in solitude.
I busied myself with work, going over my drafts for the week, new amenities needed for the team, the extra warehouses and buildings under construction as my men keep expanding, I also made sure to check the new inventory of parcels.
I dialed my right hand man, Rio.
"Hey man, what's up?"
I rolled my eyes, a tired sigh escaping my lips.
"Rio, how is Mr Grigs coming along? Do we have a deal with him?"
"Yes boss," He suddenly switched to work mode, his playful tone gone. "The event center has been scouted and agreed on, the team is currently installing surveillance cameras, and yes, I know what you are about to ask, the girls are ready."
"Are the girls up to specification?"
"What do you take me for you grumpy human. Of course. I take pride in my job, and to crown it all, we have a total of forty five girls."
"That should do." I ran a hand across my brows. "When is your flight scheduled to return?"
"Do you miss me Lo-nely baby?" He giggled like a child.
I hated the fact that he is my best friend. Daily, I fight the urge to put a bullet between his eyes.
"Rio, I need videos of the progress made so far. I don't care if you made it back in one piece."
I ended the call abruptly, not wanting my ears to be haunted by whatever he has to say.
Hours passed as I worked, the light outside fading into darkness. Deciding it was time to check on things, I headed downstairs.
"Good evening, boss."
The greeting echoed around me as I walked through the hall. A few nodded respectfully, others bowed their heads.
"Capo," Marco's voice cut through my thoughts. He approached, a small, leather-bound briefcase in his hand. "The shipment from Milan arrived this morning. All accounted for."
I nodded curtly, my attention drawn to the briefcase. "Anything unusual?"
"No, Capo. Everything is as expected. Gold, diamonds, the usual."
"Good," I said, my voice flat. "And the weapons shipment?"
"Due to arrive tomorrow, boss. As per schedule."
"Good. Make sure everything is secure. I do not want any complications."
Marco nodded, his eyes hard.
"Boss, the ship..."
"Capo!" Zima shouted, cutting off whatever Marco was saying as he sprinted toward me, phone in hand.
"There's a call for you," he panted, crouching to catch his breath. I shot him a look of disgust.
"Stand up straight," I barked, and he scrambled to obey. "You didn’t run a marathon. Tell whoever it is I’m not in the office."
Zima hesitated, his gaze flickering to the phone. He cleared his throat.
"È tua sorella, capo. È urgente
(It's your sister, boss. It's urgent)
"Put it through." I ordered without hesitation.
He quickly connected the call. The line crackled, my ears perked up, waiting. Then I heard her voice, frantic and breathless.
"Lorenzo! I… I think I'm being followed!"
The background was a cluster of noise, the screech of tires and the honk of horns.
"Silver, calm down," I said, my voice dangerously low and calculative despite the heat of the moment. "Where are you?"
"I… I don't know! I'm… I'm driving…" Panic choked her words.
"Look for a landmark, anything! A bridge, a tall building, something!" I felt desperate, heck, I am desperate.
"I… I can't… I can't see anything…" Her breath hitched. "They are… they.are close…"
A primal urge, raw and violent, surged through me. Whoever these bastards are, I'm going to kill everyone of them. "Stay calm, Silver. Don't panic. Keep driving, I'm coming."
Her voice broke into a sob and I shut my eyes for a second. I can almost feel her fear.
"Marco, fetch Diba, I need him to track this call."
He took off immediately.
"Silver, I know you are panicking right now, but the last thing I need you to do is cry, you hear me?"
"Okay."
"Can you help me with the plate number of the car chasing you?"
I… I can't…and they… they know…"
A sudden screech of tires pierced the air, followed by a deafening crash. The line went dead.
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