Chapter 9

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Who the fudge are you and why the fuck are you following her?" He asked, shooting daggers at him.

He added more pressure on his throat as he didn't answer immediately. He liked it when people responded to his questions without even blinking. All his life he'd been served and answered to. This man won't be different. He thought, inwardly.

The douchebag didn't know who he was messing with. If he'd known he was playing with the almighty Lorenzo who derives great pleasure in fist fights just as much as he loves philandering with women. He should better start talking or his patient will run thin and he'd lose it.

"So, I will ask again for the last time. What. Do. You. Want. From. Her? You better start talking, douchebag! You won't like to see the other side of me. One I'm desperately trying to keep under control." He growled, tightening his grip but the dickhead got off his face by snickering. He lost it there and then as he gave him a strong right hook to his throat, cutting off his