chapter five

LORENZO’S HOUSE

Lorenzo puffed the last of the smoke from his cigarette before throwing the stick on the floor, mentally ignoring the waste bin by the side that glared at his misconduct. He stepped on it, grinding it half to pieces as he made his way back into the house.

He carefully dropped the wine glass on the table and headed to the wash room.

Whilst in it, he couldn’t stop thinking about the lady he had seen with Alessandro. His head tilted to the right as he pushed his entire body fully into the bath tub. What was that suspicious reaction he had given off? That look he had seen in Alessandro’s face. He had never seen him wear such a look. In fact, it was a look they were trained to never have. Alessandro knew that more than anyone. He could never make such mistake. Still, Lorenzo hoped to continue digging more. Anything to ruin Alessandro. Anything to push him up right where he thinks he belongs and Alessandro, beneath him. his rightful position.

The blare of doorbell reminded