His Amore

Chapter 2-Lorenzo

That fucker was annoying me, what was I supposed to do?  Micheal had always loved to get under my skin, but usually I'd let it go.  The only reason I keep him around these days is for the drugs, he provides them at a good fucking cost. This time though he really pushed me this time though, he made fun of my sister, the only good in this fucked up world.  Once I remembered I was carrying my 9mm pistol, and I shot him clean through the eye.  The blood spewed onto the once white walls that surrounded us, red now painted my crisp, white dress shirt. And I smiled lick the sick fuck I am. An incoming call forced me to pry my eyes off the beautiful sight that lay before my eyes.

"Dante, che cazzo è adesso?" I yelled at him through the phone.[Dante, what the fuck is it now]

"Geez, someone's panties are in a bunch. Elio needs us back he found something about Dimitri," Dante chuckled.

"Fuck you, I'm coming," I groaned, "Oh, and clean up on 56th an 3rd,".  As I finished speaking I dropped my gun in the  gutter below me. They'll get it later, I thought to myself.

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The meeting with Elio was quite successful, he located one of Dimitri's warehouses in Southern Moscow. That bastard isn't getting away this time. Soon I had a craving for some whiskey on the rocks, so I headed down to my in home bar which was already occupied by Dante and a few other men that left us when I walked in.

"Dante, was clean up good. Did you get the gun?" I asked him while I was pouring my drink.

"What gun?" he questioned.

"Idiota, the gun I used to shoot the dipshit," I chuckled thinking he was messing with me.[Idiot]

"There was no gun capo,"he said now serious.

"CAZZO!" I yelled, "We have to go back."

Everybody would be gone by now, we had to get that  gun by ourselves. Without another word Dante nodded, downed his drink, and walked out of the room. 

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I had taken my matte black Audi R8 to the scene of the crime. In the car I had convinced Dante to get in the sewer, because I sure as hell was not going to. No one ever says no when there's a capo asking. It's like a dog showing their puppy eyes, fucking irresistible. He is also going to be taking a taxi back, no sewage shit will be in my car. I had also brought a rope to hoist him in and out. This should go smoothly.

I had parked a few blocks away due to lack of parking, so we had to walk. No one would dare look at us, let alone mug us, we were safe. So, once we got them to the corner I tied Dante up and lowered him into the retched hole that I mistakingly dropped that stupid gun into. I would just leave but some smartass will find it and turn it in.

"God dammit, Dante, find it already," I boomed, I need to go to Inferno, my club.  I have so much fucking work.

"Ci siamo quasi, capo," Dante gritted through his teeth.

Trying to lighten up the mood Dante exclaims, "I can't believe you killed that fucker, capo!". Dante hated Sorrentino as much as I did.

I heard a slight rustle, but brushed it off as the wind.  At the same moment Dante triumphantly held the gun in his hand a grin was plastered on his face. He lifted himself onto the floor and started at the metallic firearm, that not a few hours ago killed a motherfucker.

A few seconds later a loud crash echoed behind the dumpster, what the fuck is it now. As I stalked over there a little figure burst from behind the dumpster.

"Fuck, that puttana is running," I roared. Dante still reeking of the sewer sprinted after her.

"Don't worry capo, a chase is funner," Dante claimed.

I jogged out of the alleyway to see she was heading toward a row of cars.

"C'mere principessa, I won't hurt you" Dante sneered, "Yet", he added. He is one sick fuck, I thought while watching them. She then proceeded to bend her arm behind her back and flipped off Dante without her pace faltering.  I raised my eyebrow, she's got an attitude and a cute as-. I snapped back to reality when I heard the revving of an engine. Her motorcycle sped into the moonlight, leaving Dante panting on the side of the street.

"Fuuuucccckkkk," he groaned.

"Trovala, devo andare al club," I snarled, fuming, "And take a damn shower, puzzi de merda."[Find her, I'm going to the club... you smell like shit]  

I stormed back to my car, while Dante called, "Hai bisogno di scopare, Lorenzo." [You need to get laid]. 

I flipped him off while counting the ways to kill him. Once I got in the car I sped off to Inferno. Dante was right I need to get laid, its has been what? 2 days? On my way over I called Tatiana, she's one of my regulars at the club, and was more than happy to agree. My thoughts some how wondered to the woman that was spying on us earlier. I didn't even see her face, but something drew me to her like a moth to light. Her curly black hair, her small frame, it seemed so innocent, so kind, she was so memorizing.  I came back to reality as I pulled into my private parking space in Inferno. 

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"Fuck yes Lorenzo," Tatiana moaned, we had been at this for an hour. 

God, she won't shut up. I flipped her onto her stomach and her moans were muffled now. I continued to thrust my dick into her, I could feel she was getting close to coming for the third time. Suddenly my phone rang, whew saved by the bell. It was Dante. I shooed Tatiana away with a flick of my wrist, she quickly threw back on her dress. Before she left the room, she gave me a wink. Ew. I threw my condom away and picked up the phone.

"Yes Dan-," I began.

"We found her," he cut me off. A wicked smirk appeared on my face.

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the next morning

"Naina Dev Patel," he starts while throwing a file at me. 

"5'4, 21 year old lawyer, genius, IQ 190, Parents: Dev Patel, a dentist and Mira Patel a doctor, both immigrants. Two siblings Mahesh Patel, 27, and Krishna Patel, 25,"he continues, swishing his whiskey in his hand.

I start reading the rest of the file, "Lives at 7582 Skinner Road, apartment 25C," her picture catches my eye. Her face was stunning, big brown eyes, full lips, and a stunning body. He opens his mouth to say more, but I hold up my hand signaling him to stop.

"Let's go get her," I smirk.