Love, Lust And Lies | 18+ (REWRITING)

Chapter 21 ~ The Unexpected

Lorenzo's POV

The ball was less than a week away and yet I had no luck in finding a date. I couldn't ignore the pain that had built in my chest after Celeste had disappeared, we weren't exclusive, yet I felt as though we had shared so much. Then again, you couldn't ignore all the harsh words I had said to her, I was a dick and my actions could not be reversed but I would try make it up to her. If only our paths crossed again and fate bound us together...

~

"Luca, where's my shipment!" I scream furiously down the phone.

Muffling and rugged breaths can be heard on the other line before Luca answers, "They had a delay but I'm checking everything now."

"They were supposed to be here for 5pm! It's 6pm, why the fuck did it take them a whole ass hour to sort my shipment!"

"Something's off. Lorenzo we're missing some shit. Cazzo!" Luca grunts as he slams something nearby.

"What are we missing?"

"We're short 1 kilo of molly, speed and coke."

"1 kilo. You've got to be fucking kidding me." I chuckle as my fist connects with the wall behind me.

"The shipments from Spain Lorenzo, you need to have a word with Javier."

"I'll do him one better. Get me on the jet to Spain!"

The line ends abruptly as I throw orders at my men. Before I know it, I am gliding through the air on my way to Spain. Luca sits beside me along with my two most trusted men, Carlos and Vincenzo. The tension can be cut with a knife as my rage seems to grow by the second. The bastardo will get what is coming for him. He won't even see me coming. He's going to wish he didn't mess with me.

~

The 9-hour journey was filled with me pacing back and forth, my fist occasionally connecting with the table, and lots of rum. I had downed about 5 glasses when Luca had told me we had arrived.

Quickly, sliding my gun in the waistband of my pants, I exit the jet and climb into the matte-black SUV waiting for us. It's time to pay Javier a quick visit.

The car comes to a slow as we approach the iron wrought gates protecting the mansion. Two guards stand on either side at a height of 6ft, tall but shorter than me. They are both of a decent weight, their physique indicating they work out. Easy to take out, I mentally note.

The passenger window slides open, both guards lips are pursed in a straight line as they stare at me.

"How can we help?"

"I have an appointment with Javier."

"One second." The guard, Xander from the looks of his name tag, puts up his index finger before talking through a walkie talkie.

"El italiano esta aqui!"
Translation: The Italian is here!

"Envíalo en."
Translation: Send him in

Xander nods at the response before looking up at me and nodding.

Enrique, the other guard, beckons for us to get out.

"Your not armed are you?"

"No." I reply, lying straight through my teeth. Who would come into a foreign country without being armed. Idiots!

Enrique pats us all down anyway, his hand hovering far too long over my dick.

"Watch where you put your hands." I growl at him.