Touch me

Chapter six

AT LORENZO'S CLUB

The room was dark, with only a few soft lights glowing around the corners. Smoke floated in the air, and slow music played in the background.

“Touch me Lorenzo”

Says a sexy voice behind a mask. She placed his hands on her hips.

Lorenzo felt the softness of her skin. Her curves are thick and provoking.

He sat in a deep red chair, while she had her legs crossed on him. Slowly she touched his chest sliding her finger down to his Zip.

“Not yet”

He stopped her hands.

“Is it because of her?”

She pressed her heavy chest on him.

A knock at the door.

“I have business to attend to”

Jason walked in, dressed in a black suit. He leaned down and whispered something into Lorenzo’s ear.

Lorenzo didn’t move right away. He finished his drink, stood up calmly.

They walked down into the underground level of the club. The hallway was narrow, cold, and smelled like damp cement. A weak light flickered above their heads. At the bottom of the stairs, Jason unlocked a door.

Inside the room, a man sat tied to a metal chair. His shirt was ripped, and his face was a mess—blood coming from his nose, lips swollen and cut. One of his eyes was almost shut. He groaned in pain, breathing hard.

When he saw Lorenzo, panic filled his eyes. “Please… Lorenzo… I didn’t mean to do it…”

Lorenzo walked in slowly. His boots echoed on the concrete floor. He didn’t yell. His voice was low and cold.

“No one steals from my family.”

The man started to cry. “I wasn’t stealing. I was just… trying to make a little extra money. Things have been hard…”

“Hard?” Lorenzo repeated. “I gave you a job. Protection. Clothes. A place to sleep. And this is how you thank me?”

Lorenzo crouched in front of him. “You’ve been selling things behind my back. Who are you working with?”

The man lowered his head. “I can’t say… I’m begging you…”

Lorenzo stood up. “Wrong answer.”

He slammed his fist into the man’s stomach. The man groans, coughing and spitting blood.

“Who is buying from you?” Lorenzo asked again.

The man shook his head. “Please… forgive me… I didn’t mean to… My mother is sick… I needed the money…”

“Wrong answer again.”

Lorenzo turned to his men. “Rip the skin off his back. Feed it to the dogs.”

“Amigo”

The man screamed and begged, but Lorenzo was already walking away.

In the next room was a small sink. Lorenzo rolled up his sleeves and calmly washed the blood from his hands. The cold water turned red as it ran down the drain. He stared at his reflection in the mirror, his face hard and quiet.

Jason stepped into the doorway.

“Boss,” he said softly. “Your wife has been calling.”

Lorenzo stopped. He wiped his hands with a towel and looked at Jason.

“She called?”

“Three times. She sounds worried.”

Lorenzo looked at himself again in the mirror. His knuckles were red, and the rage was still in his eyes but at the sound of Lucia’s name, something inside him softened.

“I can’t talk to her like this,” he said quietly.

Jason furiously raised his brow. What was going on with his Boss. He would have scolded the lady for disturbing his business.

Lorenzo tossed the towel aside and walked toward the stairs.

“Clean this mess up. Find out who he was selling to, when you find the bastard put a bullet in his score.”

Jason followed behind. “yes Boss”

Then he disappeared into the shadows, the sounds of screams fading behind him.