Luca
I tightened my grip on the motorcycle handlebars as I sped after the crimson red Aston Martin Vantage with gold flake finish. What the fck is wrong with her?
I couldn't understand what got into her. Why was she acting not like herself? How dare she ride in a car with a complete stranger and disobey my orders?
"This is an ugly feeling to be disobeyed, isn’t it?" my inner voice mocked me.
The fck, I never imagined her holding a gun, let alone shooting—and not just shooting, she shot Lorenzo. I think women would prefer to stay silent instead of risking it and shooting a cold-blooded mafia heir like Lorenzo.
"Maybe she shot Lorenzo in front of everyone and risked her life, but the girl challenged you, Il Don, and left with a stranger, leaving you behind. And here you are, chasing aft
