Heart Of Gold

07| White Little Lies

💐بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم💐

(In the Name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful)

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I see the light that I'm chasing

In memory, but it's fading

When it's gone, I'll be waiting

Knowing it's too late.

- Little Mix♡

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Shawn's P.O.V.

Jack and I have been standing on either side of Lorence for the past thirty minutes as he sits in his rather luxurious and spacious office, looking through different deals. I simply just stare at the curtain-covered window, sunlight cascading in through a small slit and being the only light in the room.

To be very honest, I'm getting bored of just standing here all day, my feet are even starting to hurt a little. I don't even want to be here, not now, not ever, but now that I have involved myself in this, it's either I stay and live or quit and die. So I don't have much of a choice, really.

I wonder what Camila's doing right now.

I lift up my wrist to look at my watch and see that's it's 3:15 p.m. so Camila must be in her last class now. Come on, Shawn, just one more hour and you can go see her.

Lorence sits back in his chair as he holds up a sheet of paper and reads it. He takes his cigarette out of his mouth and blows the smoke out, which causes me to let out a small cough. Thankfully, he doesn't acknowledge it.

I've never really liked Lorence, to be honest, he's just so... full of himself and mean to almost everyone and just overall a tough guy who would never hesitate in shooting someone in the head. I figured that's how all mafia bosses are.

For such a scary, filthy rich man, Lorence is actually younger than I thought he'd be when I first came here. He's only around thirty-seven, thirty-eight years old, I think? I'm not entirely sure, but I don't think he's forty yet, supposedly in his late thirties. He's been running this thing on his own for years as far as I know. I actually thought he was forty-five or something when I first found myself in his office, or maybe even older. Though, I question how he's so cold and self secure, not most people are like that. I'm not sure if he's gone through issues in his life that made him like that, but I sure as hell know that since the first day I walked in here with Jack when I was sixteen, we and a few other guys were the only ones who came out of this office alive.

As the days passed, Lorence started building up some kind of trust in me; he would leave all the big, significant deals for me to handle and all the other things would go to Jack and the other guys.

Honestly, it doesn't make me feel any special at all, in fact, I regretted getting myself into this the moment I stepped out of Lorence's office. The only good thing about this is the good income I have, other than that, I don't like any of what's going on.

Soon enough, Sofia and Haiz had to join in as well. When I first got involved in this, Lorence assumed that Jack and I lived together by ourselves, which we didn't, so when he found out about Sofi and Haiz, he demanded that they either join in or get killed. And so I chose the first option of course.