Novel & Cerita Kill Or Free Lorenzo

Alaric spoke for the last time, looking into my eyes, "And, by the way, I never loved you. I hated every second with you." "Light the warehouse on fire. Burn her!" Magnus ordered his warriors, as I watched every one of them leave one by one after lighting the warehouse on fire. I watched Alaric and Kimberly wave me goodbye before they stepped out of the warehouse, leaving me to die as I took my final breath. During those final breaths, I glanced at the moon one last time through the window and prayed to the moon goddess.

“You’re nothing but a fucking liability. A traitor.” Warren lifted his head slightly. “If you’re…gonna kill me,” he said slowly, painfully, “just do it. But please, don't do anything to Alexa.” Lorenzo's gaze flickered with something… anger, frustration, maybe even a hint of regret but it was gone as quickly as it appeared. He turned his back on Warren, walking over to the table where tools were laid. He picked up a knife, flipping it over in his hands as he spoke “Alexa will get her punishment, but you… I will kill you”

I exhaled, deciding to cut to the chase. “Lorenzo is planning to kill you. To kill us.”

Lorenzo burst into laughter. “He can’t do it. He’s already gone soft since you introduced him to my baby daughter, Al—” His words were cut off as a bullet tore into his shoulder. Stefan cracked his neck and gave him a cold, daring look. “I’ll take his other leg,” Kai said, picking up a gun and shooting. Lorenzo screamed in pain. “Alora, if you let them kill me, you’ll never know where your mother is,” he said. Dorothy’s eyes widened.

I manage to choke out, my voice little more than a strained whisper. Lorenzo’s gaze is unwavering, his expression grave. “To kill you.” The world seems to tilt on its axis as the weight of his revelation threatens to crush me. “To kill me?” I echo, unable to fully process the implications. “Yes, it’s unbelievable, but it’s true.” His tone is solemn, laced with a grim acceptance of the harsh reality he’s laying bare. “Her obsession to be with Alex has driven her to the point where she wants you dead to achieve that twisted goal.”

“From the oldest, kill them.” One shot. Then another. Then the screen went dark. Lorenzo thrashed in his chair, sobbing now, his breath ragged. Stefano gave him a full thirty seconds before stepping closer again. “You still have your father and mother,” Stefano said. “You can stop this now.” “Please…” Lorenzo whispered. “My father...” Another nod. The screen lit up again. This time, his father was on the floor before he could react—blood blooming across his shirt before his body even hit the ground.

Lorenzo glanced at the roof once as his hands settled on his waist, and then he was narrowing his eyes at me. “I’m not gonna kill her, so quit being dramatic.”

Luca warns his voice is lethal with anger. Lorenzo stands up and walks towards him “What? What are you going to do? Kill me because I called her a whore? Or what. Huh, you are the one who convinced her to this nonsense idea you should at least stand up for her!” He shouts as if he made any sense from what he just said.

Had she done something that ensured I wouldn’t be caught? Lorenzo gripped the knife in his hand and squatted before the stripper. She placed her hand on the cold ground and struggled to move away from him. She was already bleeding from her injured shoulder and from the look in Lorenzo’s eyes, it seemed like he was about to stab her other shoulder. “Please don’t kill me,” she repeated the same words like it was the only thing keeping her safe. Lorenzo smirked, looking at the knife in his hand. “Don't worry,” he said with an evil smile. “Soon you will be the one begging me to kill you!”

and I shot the bullet right through his skull. [See you in hell, bitch] Mr. Luciano looked stared me with wide open eyes. I knew those were his best. Attempting to run away, I shot a bullet I'm sure affected his spine, making him paralyze instantly. I got closer to him and whispered in his ear, "no one double crosses me and lives" I smiled and killed him. I picked my suitcase and took his car. Putting my bike in the boot, I headed to the road to meet my family, 'the stingers.'