Lorenzo’s pov
I was only a child when I was abandoned on the streets left to the cold and stained in my parent’s blood. The rain began to fall into the furious fire that had already consumed the only home I had ever known throughout my life. Everyone that I knew in my entire life was dead and in that moment when I was shaking with cold and biting my lips as my entire body trembled, I promised myself one thing.
Revenge.
I was going to kill those two bastards even if I died trying. It wasn’t easy at all climbing up the ladder In the mafia world. I started by pickpocketing in the streets, and eventually, I joined a gang which was almost falling apart, and most of its members had left for bigger, popular hands. I was one of the youngest members of that gang and I was already so deadly from such a young age.
Kids who were much older than I was could not keep up with me while I grew up and this often pissed off many of them, sometimes they would come together to attack me but they were still no match for me.
My talent and raw brutality were not overlooked by bigger dogs and soon, I was already being talked about the time I became a teenager I was already ruling in the streets but that wasn’t enough for me if I was going to have my revenge against those two bastards I needed to climb higher and so I never rested and I felt vicious and more energized day and night so that one day I would get revenge for my parent’s death.
Now after many years of sacrificing my blood sweat and tears I stood at the top of the ladder among the Apex predators. It was its power. It had it reputation. Just my name is enough to make many shivers and if I wanted to sleep and swim in money every day I could do it without the sweat.
I had gone from this helpless little boy that was digging through the trash in the streets to getting his food, to the head of a Mafia organization that sent shivers across everyone in the country and around the globe.
Finally, I could start my revenge, I had already killed Domenico, that was one bastard down, and now the second one on my list who was of course, Gonzale.
I didn’t want his dismiss to be fast and brisk. I wanted him to suffer grately, and had planned to start, by killing his daughter.
I raked my fingers through my locks of hair, everything had been going so fine and smoothly like cog wheels that had been pressed with oil, one plan seeping naturally and smoothly into the other and everything was working out until I saw her.
Just the mere thought of my hand on the trigger with the gun aimed at her, made my stomach twist with displeasure. I needed to conclude first, however.
I quickly summoned a meeting with my advisors, and the moment I stepped into the meeting room, my aura of dominance followed me and I could see some people that had been slumping in their seats immediately straighten up their posture.
“So, what are your ideas on how best to take care of Gonzale’s daughter?” I said, settling down on my feet and then a few grunts were passed from one person to another before one of my advisers spoke first.
He suggested that we do something that will pierce Lorenzo’s pride and give him intense pain at the same time, of course, that was the main idea but it was complicated because harming the girl did not sit so well in my stomach.
Empathy didn’t flow well with me and I felt like I was about to throw up from just thinking about how I had been about to shoot her.
If Gonzale was in front of me right now, I would have instantly filled his stomach with lead bullets until his blood was spilling out in a pool and he’d die like a dog, but here I was, having this unusual pity for his daughter.
Finally, after half an hour, an idea was supported by all of my advisors except one of them, the scar on his left hand stretched forward on his cheek as he spoke.
Crossing my legs with a blank look on my face, I listened to him intensely as we talked about how will be able to get our goal of really destroying Lorenzo’s pride if I forced myself on his daughter, ending it by delivering a bullet to her head while she was wearing her wedding dress and also taking a video of everything and then sending it to her father.
That would have hit Gonzale hard and on any other day, anything that would bring him pain was a pleasure to my ears.
But, it definitely won’t be able to work like this.
“This won’t work,” I said as I pressed my fingers against my chiseled chin.
“Well, we can pieces her body and send a single piece wrapped beautifully to her family everyday…”
I turned the thought around my mind, killing her was out of the question, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to go through with it.
Someone else was trying to say something but I held my hand up as a signal that I didn’t want to hear anything anymore from anybody.
“I think that we have discussed this topic enough for today, you are all dismissed. I need some time with my thoughts,”
They abruptly looked at me and I could see the surprise and shock that was spreading through their facial features but of course, nobody dared to raise their voice against me or defy me at the very least. Each of them rose up one after the other and as I closed my eyes, the sound of chairs scratching against the ground filled the air as they retreated.
Finally, when the only sound that was echoing around in the room, was my heavy breathing, I opened my eyes and hen I slammed my fist with on the table in frustration. A crack was visible in that particular spot on polished wood.
For the first time in years, I hesitated in pulling the trigger and realized that I couldn’t do it… she was just too innocent and young.
Why couldn’t I kill her? dammit!