Unknown POV
I was enjoying my tea by my window at 3 AM when my phone began ringing.
"Cука, what is the meaning of this interruption? It's 3AM in New York, and I've told you not to bother me unless it's important."
[translation: bitch]
"You think I'd be calling you if it wasn't important?" the person on the other line replied.
"Fine," I said, turning the page on my newspaper, "Speak then."
"Lorenzo isn't in New York."
I took a deep breath and raised one eyebrow.
"And?"
"If you want to be, as you say 'the fall of the Italian Mafia', you have to find him."
"I don't have to when you work for me; you found him already."
"But, then what are you doing in New York?"
I moved my newspaper to see the gagged man on the floor, looking at me with pleading eyes as I had a knife swinging left and right a few centimetres above his Adam's apple.
"Tying up some loose ends. Don't worry about me, and what have I told you about asking too many questions?"
"Ask and get killed, yeah yeah." They muttered.
"Good, now don't disrespect me again and hang up. I'm occupied."
With that the call was cut and my newspaper was rested on the coffee table.
I grabbed the scissors from my night gown's pocket and placed the string that the knife hung on in between the blades.
"Any last words?" I asked him.
He shook his head violently in attempts to remove the gag.
"Oh, no words? Okay, it's not like I was going to give them to you anyways. Buh-bye now."
With that I cut the string and it dropped straight into his Adam's apple.
I walked away from the bloody scene and let him bleed to death as I got dressed for my day to come.
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Lorenzo POV
"Wake up, asshat." I said, drenching Oscar in water.
He coughed and choked, leaning forwards in his restrained seat before sitting back up and taking a deep breath.
"¿De qué me estás molesto?"
[translation: what are you irritating me for?]
"Eschúcame, puto. You better stop fucking with the wrong people here." I said to him.
[translation: Listen to me, bitch.]
"Oye, Lorenzo- You're the one that stepped foot into Mexico for no reason. I'm the boss here, and you shouldn't be fucking with these people." He answered, his accent heavy but understandable.
"Debería matarte por los problemas que has causado. I'm here to fix your mess, boss." I seethed.
[translation: I should kill you for the problems you've caused]
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Siempre Mío
ActionBook 2 Siempre. Always. That's how I thought it would be. That's how I thought we would be. But we weren't, because she was gone even before our story began. L.M
