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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟓

𝐏𝐎𝐕: 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐎 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎 (𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝)

I've been at the warehouse all day and I'm ready for a drink of ice cold whiskey. I used to be able to go days after days killing and torturing people but I'm getting old. Fuck that. I'm fucking hot as hell. There are still women in the world drooling over me.

When I step into my office on the third floor, I go to my cart of whiskey and pour an ice cold glass, the fucking relief of that after today. Heaven. Heaven on earth, people.

I slouch back into my chair in front on my desk and manspread, I need to go through some shipments Alessandro asked me to sort for him. Ever since he inherited the mafia, I've still helped out and tortured people, I mean come on. Who would pass that opportunity?

My thoughts go to my sons, my daughter, my bambina, she's still gone. I need her back. Cara, that fucking bitch took her when she was 4. 4 years old. I had 4 years with my baby girl. My princess. 4 years. Cara is a cunt, I don't know where she is, hell I don't even know if she's alive but I couldn't give a shit. If I ever saw her I would get a women to torture her to the bone. I would never torture a women but I'm not afraid to get another women to do it for me.

My thoughts are cut off by my phone being called, why the fuck don't I put this on silent? Whatever. It's an unknown number, probably a prank call or something, who cares? I don't.

I'm ignoring it. What's it gonna do? Kill me? I'd love to see anyone try lay a hand on me. I'm the ex Italian mafia don. Everyone fears me. Every. One.

My phone is getting called again, same number. This is getting on my last fucking nerve.

I pick up the phone and pull it up to my ear.

"Hello is this Mr Romano? Lorenzo Romano?" I hear a lady, she sounds British and I can just see her trembling behind the phone, I can hear it in her little voice.

"Speaking." I reply with a cold demeanour.

"Hello I am Nicola Smith. I am calling from London police station. I have some information for you but I would advise you to sit down and stay calm." She is trembling. I can hear her voice. Nicola Smith. That's a boring ass name.

"I'm sat. Speak. I don't have all night you know?" I keep my cold tone.

"Okay, um so Mr Romano I believe we have found your daughter-"

"What do you mean you found my daughter? Is this a prank call? I swear to god I will kill you if you ever speak of her again and give me lies."

"No no! I'm not lying!" She is terrified as she quickly answers back in fear. "We have done a dna test on her, it all leads to you and a women called Cara Carson."

Cara Carson. Cara Carson my ass. Is she married? Has she just changed her name? That bitch has a nerve.

"Why and how did you do a dna test?" I demand. I want answers here.

"Her mother, Cara Carson had passed away a while ago, I think it's three years ago. Isabella was put in care of Jack Carson, her stepdad but he has sadly passed away as well, I had to check if Isabella had any family left and everything led back to you."

A stepdad. A fucking stepdad. He's called Jack too. Boring as fuck. I bet he drives a boring car as well, like one of those mini things or whatever.

"Is it really her? Is it really my Isabella?" I feel crazy to believe this Nicola woman. But she sound legit. Has my bambina been found?