Chapter 9

Lorenzo's pov

That night, it felt as if I was rolling on pins and needles as sleep became my worst enemy and evaded me like a plague, and when I was finally able to forcefully shut my eyelids, the only thing that was behind them, was the green doe eyed girl blinking up at me.

At some point, I got up in the middle of the night, grabbed my pillow, and planted a punch into it, imagining that it was that bastard Gonzale. It was so strange to me how my heart would harden and become as cold as ice when I would think of that man and then it would instantly melt when I thought of his daughter.

I should hate her so much that planting a bullet in her head would have come so naturally to me as flicking my fingers, but instead, I felt guilty and growled into my pillow as my blood boiled with frustration, my conscience had never been involved in anything mafia related until her.

Her innocence was pricking my skin.

So what? I spat back angrily at my consciousness.

I was once innocent that I couldn