𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝚩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭 | 18+

41 || THE SHADOWS

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE | THE SHADOWS
𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪

Something had clicked in Lorenzo's head the day he'd heard Natalia giggle as she lay beneath him. He'd never heard such a sweet sound, never wanted to be the cause of such a sweet sound so badly that he'd sacrifice his health and well-being if it meant she just fucking smiled and giggled at him like that.

It wasn't until he heard her giggle that he realised just how dull his life was, just how desensitised he'd become of everything and just how other activities could bring a man joy. He'd been taught to channel his anger to darker matters in his life, taught to use it sparingly and when he used it to fucking layer it on the motherfucker.

So when his Talia told him to kill all of them? That's what he was fucking going to do.

"Please don't," the man cried as Lorenzo punctured his knife into his chest once again, causing his breathing to grow shallow as he coughed up blood. "Please don't fucking kill me."

Slitting his throat, Lorenzo forced the man to stare at Lorenzo as blood drenched his dress shirt until it wasn't white but red, soaking red in his enemies' blood.

An enemy to Natalia was an enemy to Lorenzo.

Jason sobbed loudly as he watched his friend fall to the floor, skin pale and eyes wide and dull from the sheer shock of having been forced to stare Lorenzo in the eyes as he died. He wanted him to know who killed him, who took his life and who was going to take out everyone he's ever fucking loved for being an accomplice to whatever Natalia refused to talk about.

She cried.

She fucking cried and it was all his fucking fault.

Jason Cabot was going to fucking pay his life for making his Talia fucking cry.

Lorenzo punched Jason's stomach, causing him to fall over and sob on the floor just like Stefano had. "Does it hurt?" The apex of his shoe hammered into Jason's stomach, causing him to let out a pained noise. "Does it fucking hurt?"

Jason nodded desperately. "Yes... It hurts," he let out a pained whisper, clutching onto his stomach.

Lorenzo only hit him once more before grabbing a fistful of his matted blonde hair and bringing his bruised eyes to meet Lorenzo's cold dark stare. "Good. Because it's supposed to."

Jason let out another pained noise when Lorenzo's grip on his hair tightened. "Please stop."

His grip only further tightened. "She told you to stop, hmm? And you ignored her."

"I didn't mean to-!"

"You didn't mean to break into her house, shoot me and then try to assault her? You didn't mean to be planning this with your dead fucking friends?"

"I-I'm sorry."

"You're not."

He was only sorry that he got caught.

Lorenzo dropped him on the floor, stomping the heel of his dress shoe on Jason's ankle repeatedly until he let out an ear-piercing scream. "But you're going to be fucking sorry."

He was going to be so fucking sorry when he was done with him.

"Lorenzo?"

Lorenzo stilled.

"Lorenzo- Oh gosh!"

"Natalia..." Lorenzo dropped everything and slowly approached the shaking girl as she stared wide-eyed at the bloodied state of him, her eyes brimmed with tears, her hair messy and her skin pale with fear.