𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝚩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭 | 18+

31 || HIS PLAN

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE | HIS PLAN
𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪

One of the most important lessons Lorenzo learned growing up with his grandfather, the then don of the familia, was that great businesses never worked alone, that interdependent alliances were needed for stabilisation and to never be short of a favour.

All favours eventually had to be paid up, and Lorenzo never wanted to be on the paying side of deals; he'd rather be paid. Thus it came as a surprise when Lorenzo, after a decade of being the head of the familia, became indebted to none other than Niccolò Lyon, boss of New York's most dangerous mafia.

"You know you owe me now, sì?" Yes?

Grumbling, Lorenzo leaned further back into the seat of his car, the car filled with the smoke of his sixth cigarette. He never thought he'd be indebted to anyone, never thought his organisation would ever be weak enough to ask for help.

"You were right about your information being relayed."

The cigarette nearly snapped in Lorenzo's fingers.

"It's not only the Valientes, however, but also about a dozen other families of the underworld, mainly the ones in South America and it could all be traced back to you, to your manor."

Lorenzo cracked his neck, pressing his tongue against the insides of his cheek, eye twitching in annoyance.

"If I was anyone else, I would've assumed the worst."

Lorenzo knew that. And that was why he asked Niccolò of all people. He trusted Niccolò to value their separate businesses. Their families had known each other for several decades, after all. "Did you get the coordinates?"

Niccolò hummed. "I have them right before me."

"I'm listening."

Niccolò relayed the information and listened to Lorenzo grumble once more as he memorised the numbers. Writing them down was too risky so he made do with memorising them. "I hope whoever you're doing this for is important enough."

Lorenzo scoffed. "Who said I'm doing it for anyone?"

Niccolò only chuckled mockingly. "If it weren't for that someone, you would've simply rid of your little rat problem. I can't say I'm not surprised."

Clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, Lorenzo dusted off the cigarette before pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance and taking another puff. "Instead of meddling where you aren't needed, why don't you go annoy someone who actually cares? Your wife, perhaps."

Lorenzo caught the annoyed groan. "Fiancé," Niccolò corrected reluctantly. Everyone knew he hated his fiancé but only Lorenzo knew why. "I have invited you to the wedding, haven't I?"

"You have."

Niccolò was silent in thought for a second. "But you're not coming."

Lorenzo took the last drag of his cigarette before putting it out and pulling out his seventh cigarette of the day despite it barely even being morning. "I hate New York."

Niccolò scoffed at his friend. He'd known him ever since they were boys, after all. Still, it had been a while since they'd actually seen each other in an informal setting.