𝒯𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈

𝒯𝒽𝓇𝑒𝑒

𝐿𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓏𝑜'𝓈 𝒫𝒪𝒱:

"Dimmi cosa cazzo sta progettando e perché diavolo cosa vuole quest'uomo con le mie spedizioni!!!" I shout into his face!
(Tell me what the fuck is he planning and what the hell this man wants with my shipments!)

He laughs.

This fucking prick laughs.

Wrong move buddy.

I pull out the gun in my waste-band  and shoot him in his knee cap.

He screams out in agony just what I like.

The sound is music to my ears.

"I already told you I do not know!" He says just above a whisper.

Liar.

I shoot his other knee causing another scream of pain to come from his lips.

"Carry on lying to me and I'll carve your eyeballs out and make you eat them." My voice low and serious.

I watch as he gulps in horror. He shakes his head frantically stuttering, "N-no please I-I promise. I don't know why he needed t-them, or what for."

"Maybe if you'd stop lying-" I was cut off by my phone ringing.

Whoever the fuck this is it better be good.

I groan walking out of his cell and pull out my phone seeing an unknown number, I pick up reluctantly, "Who are you and what do you want?"

I hear a woman's voice, "Hi erm is this Lorenzo Rivera?" She asks.

"This is he. Now who's asking? What do you want?" I respond harshly.

She clears her throat, "I'm Officer Martinez. I'm calling you from New York's sherif department, I have your younger sister, Olivia here with me and I'm wondering if you're able to take her in?"

I immediately freeze.

No way can this be real. This has got to be a prank even though the last one I had was 5 years ago.

"This better not be some stupid little game you're playing." I warn her.

Just as I say that Alessandro comes barging in and goes to speak but doesn't bother when I send him a cold glare signifying this is important.

She laughs nervously through the phone, "Nope not a prank. She's here with me. Do you want to take her in or not? If not she will go into care a-"

I cut her off before she can finish the last sentence, "Don't even think about it. None of that is necessary. I will take her in. I will fly out in around an hour and I should be there early hours tomorrow morning." After that I end the phone and ring my very own pilot saying I need a flight to New York immediately.

I go to walk past Alessandro when he steps in front of me with a hand on my chest, "What was that all about?"

"Just had a phone call from a woman in New York saying she found Olivia and was wondering if I'd take her in." I answer honestly.

His whole body tenses and he lets out a shaky breath, "Please tell me you are fully serious. It's not a stupid prank call is it?" His mind thinking the same as mine did seconds ago.

"I guess I'll find out. I'm flying over." I respond. 

He laughs nervously, "Erm about that I've just had a call and you're needed at the warehouse, something about the Spanish mafia."  He rushes out knowing they've been a pain lately.

"Can it wait? I'm going to fly over to see what this call is about." I say irritated.

He shakes his head in response "It's urgent. It can't be held up any longer."

I internally groan, "Right you fly over to New York and I'll head to the warehouse. Oh and by the way don't mention this to your brothers in case it is another prank call. I don't want them having false hope."

"Will do. Did you manage to get anything out of that Javier?" Sandro asks on about the man's cell I've just come from.  

"Nothing other than him feeding me bullshit saying he doesn't know what Pedro needed the shipments for." I say annoyed.

"Let me try tomorrow. It will give you a break." His lips turn up and pats me on the shoulder. 

"I don't think he's going to snitch up his boss but you can give it a try."

He nods.

With that I walk out and head the the warehouse.

As I'm driving my mind is running a million miles per hour coming up with all the possible scenarios this phone call could have.

Is this real? Is Olivia really alive? Does she remember us? What does she look like? What if this is another silly call?

I shake my head forcing myself to not get my hopes up because when you do, it never ends well. It's always a false sense of hope.

AN:
Wasn't sure what to do with Lorenzo's pov but hope it wasn't too bad
Have a lovely day!