Killing the bitch

*LORENZO’s MANSION*

It was a beautiful morning as Lorenzo woke up from his deep slumber, but the morning wasn't beautiful to him as he sat on his bed.

He was fucking worried about Tinsely, his mind buzzing as he wondered where she could be.

He had searched through the city, he left everything unturned and he sent his men to join the search too.

But it all ended up with no result to show for it, she wasn't found and his heart was worrying immensely.

The room was shimmering from the sun ray which was greeted by the morning sun screening through the curtains of his bedroom.

Blinking away a scrap of sleep, Lorenzo stretched out his limbs and yawned softly, feeling exhausted from their search party yesterday.

Just as he swung his legs over the rim of the bed, his gaze fell upon the alarm clock on his bedside table.

It read 8:00 am, ascertaining that it was indeed morning.

Hence. Lorenzo stood up, and he made his way to the bathroom. He needed to freshen up.

Stepping inside, the c