𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝚩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭 | 18+

26 || CELLAR OF SECRETS

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX | CELLAR OF SECRETS
𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪

"Please," the man cried once again despite long ago having accepted his dire situation, the metallic flavour filling his mouth as he was punched once again. Before he could articulate another plea, he was hit once again.

Twisting his hair in his fist, Lorenzo yanked the man's head back and glared at him with those dark eyes of his, eyes so black it looked like they'd never seen the sun. He didn't care that the man was crying. As was his Natalia after her dress was ruined.

"I'll do anything," the man sobbed. "Anything but that."

Lorenzo tilted his head. Had his image gone soft after showing himself with Natalia? A chuckle left his lips. It made the chase all the more fun.

The man sobbed loudly, pulling at his restraints upon seeing Lorenzo's infamous head tilt. He didn't want to die.

Tauntingly, Lorenzo drew his gun out of its holster and ran it along the man's face before shoving it down his mouth, breaking a few teeth in its path. The man gagged but Lorenzo persisted, fully intending on getting the answer to his question.

Why the fuck had they allowed Natalia to go without their looming presence?

She could've gotten seriously hurt. Or worse killed.

"S-Stefano," the man finally spoke. "H-he told us," he gagged, "he said-"

Lorenzo shot him and moved on to the third soldier of the night, cleaning the bloodied knife on the crisp dress shirt of the sobbing man as he stared at his two dead friends, the other five screamed in terror much to Lorenzo's annoyance.

He shot them a glare, his tongue pressing against the insides of his cheek. He didn't need them. He could easily kill them and find the answer elsewhere. If they wanted an easy death, they should simply give him the answers that he sought.

They shot up and Lorenzo continued, focusing on the soldier before him. "Name."

"S-Stefano!"

Stefano again? Interesting.

Lorenzo tilted his head.

"H-he t-told -u-u-u-u-us-!"

Lorenzo shot him, rolling his eyes. If he was going to listen to every stuttering motherfucker, they'd be there all day. He shoved his gun between the brows of the fourth guy. "Don't stutter."

Despite his shaky hands and wide eyes, the man nodded, swallowing and willing himself to keep the stuttering to a minimum. "He told us to watch Josephine."

"Why?"

"Said it was your orders."

Now why the fuck would he do that?

Lorenzo pointed his gun at the other four men, watching as they nodded desperately. "It's true!"

And all of them fucking went? All eight of them?

"He said that you were worried that she was going against the familia."

He furrowed his eyebrows. He hadn't been worried about that. Josephine was loyal to the familia and had aided some of its most brutal operations despite never having gotten her own hands dirty directly. She loathed blood, after all. Sure, their small fallout had been unlike anything before but she was still his baby cousin and he loved her dearly like the little sister she was to him.

"He said he'd keep an eye on her."

Eyebrow twitching in severe annoyance, Lorenzo's tongue poked the insides of his cheek once again. If Stefano had watched her, he'd done a shit job at it.