The Italian God

"I said, leave" I warn her. She scoffed and cursed in Russian under her breath. But made her way to the door.
"It was nice meeting you" she addressed Maya who I think passed out.

I walked to the pole and started untying her hands. I did it slowly so I wouldn't hurt her already bleeding fingers. She is going to be in a lot of pain tomorrow.

I caught her before she fell and her face contracted in pain. My suit had blood on it as well, not that I cared. I carried her against my chest looking at her face. Her hair was a different kind of red. God, I fucked up big time, she will kill me. I walked with her in my arms out of the basement.

"Oh god" I hear, I walked into the living room. It was filled with Aria and some of her friends, also Enzo and Alessio, who was shaking his head at me when he saw Maya.

"Who is she" I hear the girls whispering

"Call the doctor," I tell them carrying her upstairs to my room.

Lorenzo ...

Cold. Ruthless. Killer. I am respected and feared by all.

I wasn't put on this earth to love or be loved. I was put to be a killer, to be feared.

When I find a strange girl in my club, killing two of my best costumers. I don't let her live out of compassion. She's a trinket, my plaything.

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