Chapter 2

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Lorenzo's POV

The thing I hate the most is fucking liars, right now I am at my base in the cell rooms torturing a guy for information on his boss who happens to lead the Mexican cartel but all I am getting is fucking lies.

"I won't ask again, now where is the trade off gonna be?" The man in the chair looks up to me his eyes swollen from the blows he took to the face and blood dripping off him onto the floor under his chair.

"Vete a la mierda."

(Fuck off)

"Well can't say I didn't give you a chance." I pull my gun out and point it to his head in hope of him changing his mind, not that I would let him live even if he did but he didn't have to know that.

But instead the motherfucker just laughed at me so I shot him in the head eight times.

"riposa in pace testa di cazzo."

(Rest in peace dickhead)

I then walk out of the cell walking over to one of my men.

"Pulisci il pezzo di merda." I order while making my way back to my office.

(Clean up the piece of shit)

As I enter my office thinking I would finally catch a break I am greeted by my cousin Romeo and my best friend Greyson.

"What the hell do you two want?" I asked clearly not in the mood considering my interrogation didn't go well.

"Woah cugino, what's got your balls in a twist?" Romeo ask while taking a seat infront of my desk on the chair while propping his feet up on my desk.

(Cousin)

"Nothing, and get your dirty ass feet off my desk." I then make my way over to my desk taking a seat and looking over some files so I can see what to do next.

"I'm guessing that Mexican motherfucker didn't give any information?" Greyson asked while taking a seat on the other chair infront of my desk next to Romeo before taking out a cigarette and lighting it.

"No, and I have no other fucking leads." I groan out in frustration.

"What about their headquarters in upper Manhattan?" Romeo asked.

"I had a couple of our men go and it was empty."

"Their covering their tracks for sure." Greyson said while passing me the cigarette so I could take a hit.

There is only so many possibilities that would explain what the fuck the Mexicans are planning but I can't find any that would help me figure it out.

I have been at this for 6 months now and I have other problems, the Mexicans are my top priority right now but I am still on alert for my biggest problem which is the Russian Bratva.

Lead by dick face Nikolai Volkov, he has been quiet for the past 3 months and that makes me worried. Me and Nikolai have been going at it for the past 10 years because my father killed his family, so in return Nikolai is doing everything in his power to make sure I don't survive long enough to take over my fathers mafia.

Which he might succeed in if my father doesn't give me it anytime soon, originally I was suppose to take over last year but my father said that I wasn't ready.

So now while I'm taking care of the Cartel and worrying about the Bratva, I also have to prove to the man that I am capable.

I am soon dragged out of my thoughts when there's a knock on my door.

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