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Lorenzo remained perfectly silent, absorbing the blow of her words. Lorrie stood up from the sofa, her eyes glistening with unshed tears as she confronted him. "Tell me something honestly. Just once. No lies, no contract talk. Am I the reason people keep dying around here?" The question seemed to strike him harder than any physical bullet ever could. Lorenzo looked at her for a long, agonizingly silent moment, the typical coldness in his eyes wavering just a fraction. Then, he answered her. "No. They are dying because my enemies believe that hurting you is the fastest way to break me."

I asked if I could trade every last cent to erase every memory of this world. Sometimes, remembering is the worst punishment of all. The System agreed. It granted my request, no rewards revoked. As my memories faded, I saw their endings. Marco jumped after me. Vincent searched the rocks below until his body gave out, sitting on the shore until his lungs filled with blood, whispering that he'd stay with me forever. Draven burned the compound to the ground, every man who'd hurt me inside it, and let the flames take him too. Luca went back to Chicago, and was found dead in his home days later, the snub-nose .22 he'd given me as a kid clutched tight in his hand.

He then shook his head, as if scolding himself. “What is it, Jordan? What else do I need to know?” Jordan looked upwards, contemplating whether telling me was going to be a good idea. “Lorenzo’s daughter is dead. He thinks I did it.” Jordan opened up. “That’s not a biggie, right? You can just tell him you didn’t kill her, can’t you?” “He doesn’t think so. He wants to go to war.”

I grinned. “You have it all wrong!” Lorenzo said, unable to hide his anger and frustration. Then, he pulled out a gun, pointing it right at my heart. “You better shut your mouth,” he snarled with a crazy look in his eyes. I stopped smiling, my heart beating against my chest. Lorenzo was crazy enough to kill me here. I didn’t doubt it at this point, not after seeing the way he was looking at me. “That’s better. Now, do you want to hear the deal?” he asked in a deadly calm voice.

Lorenzo stood up from the floor and kicked Lazarus' knees, frantically making him stumble on the ground as Lorenzo grabbed his collar and punched Lazarus' jaw several times. "Don't you dare think that you'll see another speck of light after what you've done." Lazarus received another punch from Lorenzo. "Don't you dare think that you'll roam around outside freely again after what you've done." Punch. "Don't you dare think that all those wreckages you've done have been obscured." Punch. "Don't you dare think you can get out of this alive after putting her life in the fucking line." Punch.

I asked Calvel as soon as he entered the meeting room. The grim look on his face couldn't mean anything good. "I found that fucker, Jarrod, in two pieces. Someone decapitated him—a clean and swift job, nearly painless." My brows rose. "How merciful," I scoffed. "It must have been an old wolf who killed him, one that respected him." "Yeah…" Calvel sighed as he slumped into a chair. "My guess is, it had to be Baltazar or one of his men."

Yet, the woman before him now exuded a menace more terrifying than any beast. I held out my mangled, blood-soaked hand. "The show's over. Pay me." "Dio mio! Lorenzo! My dog! That was my dog!" Elena burst into hysterical sobs. "Isabella, you pazza! Why did you kill him? He just wanted to play with you!" Her cries snapped Lorenzo back to himself. His face darkened as he strode over and slapped me hard across the face.

He snarled it, savage and absolute, that decision burning in those untamed eyes. A rough sob rose in my throat as I nodded, eyes soaked. “Good. Now move. Stay with her. Try to keep her stable so she doesn’t choke on her own vomit.” I nodded fast and took over with the girl. Lorenzo stepped out and I watched him pull out his phone and start barking orders. He was talking to Nino, then he ran to the rigged car parked in front of his and ducked by the rear bumper, rummaging underneath.

I opened my call app to check the time of our last call. My heart sank to my belly. Is lorenzo dead?

The sight only fueled Dante’s fury. Then he saw him. Lorenzo. At the far end of the factory, standing tall on the upper platform like a king holding his crumbling throne. His white suit was splattered with blood, his face twisted into something between hatred and mockery. “Dante!” Lorenzo’s voice echoed above the gunfire. “You think you’ve won? You’ve only destroyed yourself!” Dante didn’t waste words. He fired, the bullet grazing Lorenzo’s shoulder. The man staggered but didn’t fall, laughing bitterly as he disappeared deeper into the maze of steel and shadows.