Serina Accardi had everything, and wanted for nothing. Her brother gave her whatever she desired, but kept the parts of her destined world out of her reach.
Until she lost everything in one night to a man who's eyes looks like the devils wrath.
Th...
There's something mighty spooky going on around here
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Lorenzo POV
I look at him blankly, my mind going over the words he just said. Something black and hollow was staring to spread through my limbs and into every cavity of my body. "He's dead. We both saw him." I said with clenched teeth, my fists balled up as he lifts a hand and gestures us to walk inside, wanting to keep the conversation between the two of us.
Satan was dead. I saw his blood myself. I saw the shrapnel deep in his chest.
"The men said that when we went to search after we left with Serina there was no body at the crash site. With all the mayhem around Serina that day there was confusion." He said, as he reached into his pocket and pull out an envelope. "And yesterday, a man was caught on surveillance outside one of your casinos on the strip, he was causing a scene. He had this on him." Marco growled as he handed me a yellow envelope.
My hands tearing it open, I rip the contents out. "Is the man dead?" I asked and he nodded.
"Satan sent him to us on a suicide mission." He said and I looked back down at a note that fell into my hands, written on white paper with red ink.
"Give me my wife Lorenzo. Or I will take her by force. Your friend, Satan."
I looked to Marco, and both anger and worry clouded his eyes.
"How do we know this is real?" I asked, and he let out a breath as he pulled out his phone from his pocket and held it out to me to take.
"Because he was spotted last night on security cams here, In Las Vegas." He uttered as he showed me the footage.
It was greyed out, footage from the VIP sections in one of the popular nightclubs downtown, one that I don't own, but have connections to. The video showing one man, Satan looking up at the camera, pausing to stare like he wanted us to find him. Wanted me to know that he was close by, and watching.
I shoot my eyes to Marco, the look on his face the same as mine. "I need him fucking found." I say as we walk towards the metal doors, my skin now itching to touch Serinas as I quicken my pace. I grit my teeth until my jaw aches as my mind is assaulted with the image of Serina covered in blood, dying and bleeding and I'm pain. Her death flashing like snapshots of moments in my head.
I've know for a long time, but it wasn't until i realized after I lost her that first time to her Father and Satan that her absence in my life was like a wound I'd never heal from. I can't tell you exactly when this woman became a need for me, but somewhere in between her soft caresses down my scarred spine and the way she falls asleep in my arms despite what I've done.
"We have men searching...but Lorenzo we need to be prepared and come up with a plan to destroy him from the inside." He said, as he stopped us in front of the doors. "And I have an idea."
