𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐘 | 𝟏𝟖+

7

Lorenzo's POV

TW: Violence

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"What the fuck do you mean there's no one guarding the Mexican boarder?" I clutched the glock on my right hip, then began speaking again. "Fix it by tonight before I have to fix it myself. And trust, you won't like my methods." I hung up the phone and paced across the cement.

I stood out of the ice cream shop and waited impatiently for Christian to pull up.

I hated waiting.

When he finally arrived, I abruptly got inside and slammed the door shut.

"What's got your panties in a twist?" Christian said, pulling off. "Mad you didn't get enough time with your girl?"

"She's not my girl."

"But let's stop pretending you don't want her to be."

"People like us don't get the luxury of having both." I tried to keep my composure.

"Yes we can. Sex and this life work perfectly together, Enzo."

"No, dumbass. Love and this life. She deserves better than me. As much as I hated myself for leaving, maybe it was for the best."

"I call bullshit. The way you two were eye fucking each other tonight, I almost grabbed the baby and let you two get down to it." He looked over at me and laughed.

"Alright enough of talking about our feelings like a bunch of little prepubescent boys. We're going to the warehouse. I have business to finish."

"If you continue fucking Alex up, he won't be able to speak anymore."

"Drive."

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"P-please, that's all I know, I swear it. I have a wife and a daughter." The pathetic man, Alex, pleaded.

I'd found him my first night here, he was hiding under the alias Turner Glenn at a motel not too far from here.

Dumbass.

I chuckled. "Get a new line!" I waved the knife in my hand. "Just tell me where Nikolai Volkov is and I'll make your death swift and painful. Maybe."

The man whimpered as he breathed, trying to collect his thoughts. "A-all I-I know is that he's in the states."

I cocked my head to the side, and sucked air through my teeth. "Mmm, try again." I used the knife which was steady in my grip, and drove it into his thigh, and I felt him jolt up in pain as he clenched his jaw, like he was wishing this was over.

The sound of his flesh being ripped open was like music to my ears. He squirmed, screamed, and pleaded with me until I did the same to his other thigh. His breathing was hitched as he tried to save his energy.

"He's been seen around the Mexican border. There's supposed to be some good shit coming through to the Americans." He finally said, after over thirty minutes of trying to get information out of him.

"Well no shit! What good will this information do me? Hm?" I took the same knife from his thigh, and punctured it across his cheek from his ear, making sure he felt every bit of pain. I stopped it at the corner of his lip. Blood dripped down his face and onto his neck.

"You're the one that injected my mother with the poison. You think I don't know that?" The man screamed out in excruciating agony. "Why do you think you're here? Because you won the fucking lottery?"