❝I would burn for all eternity to feel your touch once more.❞
Former mafia member now turned barista, Lorenzo Castello, is running away from his family to grieve a sudden loss when he meets a paramedic with no impulse control that turns his world up...
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AFTER FIVE MONTHS of saving money and trying to be patient by using the one in the nearby library, Lorenzo finally bought a computer. Of course, he hadn't bought a new one nor an extremely pricy one. It wasn't that he really needed it or anything but all his life, there was always a computer there that would keep him company whenever his nonna couldn't and his parents were neglecting him.
He knew that what he was doing wasn't healthy at all but watching movies on his TV while he wasn't at work had grown boring and he couldn't take it anymore. There were times where there was nothing for him to see on that stupid box and honestly, he didn't know what to do. Sometimes he would go out for a run or a walk at the park he liked to visit but then, he would get lost in his thoughts which were mostly about his family and he didn't want that.
Lorenzo would be lying if he said that things haven't changed though.
He was better than before, he wouldn't hear his nonna, mamma and sorella in head criticizing everything he did and he would be able to spend days without thinking about them. But there were days where all he could think was that catastrophic fire and all that damage it had brought. There were a few times where all he wanted to do was catch the first plane back to Italy and murder all the Facinelli clan in cold blood in return for what they did to him.
Thankfully though, he would be quick to realise that killing Vitale and his family wouldn't do him any good. His family wouldn't return from the dead and he would be a murder too. And he didn't want that; all he wished was that Vitale had had the same thoughts as him and spared his family.
Why must everything be resolved with death? He had thought one day while running towards the direction of his apartment building. Lorenzo couldn't get why his father ordered for his brother to kill those five men; he understood why he was angry, he was robbed right under his nose but that gave him no right to take their lives! He thought back to what Adolfo had said to Vitale which had not only angered the latter but Lorenzo too.
There's no honour in theft.
But was there honour in death?
He couldn't understand his father, he couldn't understand how he could feel proud of such a thing. Lorenzo felt utterly disgusted just by being related to him and he felt proud for murdering five men! Suddenly, he felt glad he was raised by his grandma and not his father. God knew how he would have turned out if he was raised by him and his mamma. He shuddered at the thought.
His resentment towards his father was the only thing that hadn't changed. Adolfo Castello was a sick man and he honestly, had no idea how his brother chose him over any other sane person in the whole fucking world. He had no clue as to why his mother married him – it hadn't been an arranged marriage, he had asked when he was little and his mamma had told him she had fallen in love with a beautiful man that hid behind the shadows of his father. But he couldn't see that. It was impossible for him to see his father being the good, caring and loving partner his mother had seen.
