Kill Or Free Lorenzo Novels & Stories

Lorenzo's off to Italy because of his dad's unexpected death. Emily is now free and is focused on finding her parents, with a hatred for Leonardo for 'dumping' her. World apart, will their paths cross?

This was the closest I'd ever been to Jordan, assuming she was inside the house at the moment. Knowing Jordan as much as I did, there was a possibility she'd try to escape, so I wouldn't be surprised if she already did. "Siete pronti?" Patrizio asked the fuckers in the backseat. (Are you guys ready?) "Pronto a sconfiggere questo figlio di puttana," Lorenzo replied, seeming more enthusiastic than he should have. (Ready to take this motherfucker down.) "Perché lo odi?" Carlo asked in amusement. (Why do you hate him?)

Case File: Frederick Luther Hale – Missing, Presumed Dead Date of Disappearance: 12 March 2003 Last Known Location: Undisclosed CIA Safe House, Orlando Sector Status: High Priority – Classified The report was messy, pages yellowed and some edges burned like they had been rescued from a fire. “High Priority,” I muttered under my breath and continued reading. I turned to the next page and saw a picture of a young boy, about nine to eleven years old. I stared at the image closely, my breath catching in my throat. There was something about his eyes, the shape of his jaw, the way he tilted his head slightly to the side. He looked a bit like Zara.

"And the death sentence?" I paused. Then said, "Not yet. I want him to watch the empire slip through his fingers first. I want him to see his name turned to ash." "And Valentina?" "Will have everything she needs to bury him her way." Lorenzo watched the footage from Zurich. Me. Standing over the nurse. Smiling. He smashed the monitor. "You want a war, little brother?" His voice was gravel and venom. "Then I’ll give you a slaughter." But I had already begun.

LUCIANO It wasn’t until early morning hours that I finally went to bed. The trap was laid. Every table last night was strategically placed. There was a good reason why I sat Alphonso Romano next to the Columbians. He was a greedy bastard, and I knew he couldn’t resist jumping on a deal. It was exactly what I wanted him to do. Raphael would play along as if his father’s flesh moving business was still alive and offer a deal to Alphonso. The bastard would take him up on it and promise a shipment to Benito King along with an advance payment. He would end up empty-handed because Raphael would never deliver him women to sell. His sister, Isabella Nikolaev, would never speak to him if he ventured

“It looks like a hit from the Bianchi men. I’m sorry, Boss. We….” The line goes dead. Lorenzo lowers the phone, his reflection trembling in the glass of scotch. The amber liquid catches the light like blood. For a long time, he doesn’t move. Then he exhales softly, the sound closer to a sigh than grief. He whispers, “So it’s done.” Just then, his phone rings again and he answers the call. “Boss, it's done. She is dead,” Scorpion, one of his boys who does his dirty work tells him.

Lorenzo said in frustration. And he was telling the truth. As a teenager, Lorenzo was the smartest and most calculative but seemed celibate. And so they drugged him once to get him to fuck a woman at a pub. He did, but after that, he was upset and only did it again after his first kill. He then turned sex into something he did in a depressed state.

Lorenzo leaned closer to my ear as he spoke, “so I can have my fill of fun watching my VIP toss you around like the cheap slut you are.” Lorenzo's cellphone rang, and he pulled back to answer the call, his eyes still glued to my frightened face. “Make sure he doesn't cross America; otherwise, you're dead.” Lorenzo cut the call. “Your mate should know who he's messing with,” he grinned as the jet landed.

I turned and wrapped one arm around her, preventing her from rushing forward. Rodriguez tried again, raising his voice. “Lorenzo! Listen to me. If you hurt her, you’ll never taste freedom again. But if you hand her over, we’ll pay you for the auction. Take your money and walk away.” I nodded immediately. “Lorenzo, I’ll pay you,” I said. “One hundred million. Right here. Right now. Just let her go.” Lorenzo’s laughter filled the parking lot. “You think I’m scared of death?” he sneered. “You think I care about prison? I survived a gunshot because God himself wanted me to finish what I started with her.”

The truth hit Lorenzo like a sledgehammer, shattering his last shred of dignity. Humiliation, jealousy, and despair intertwined, completely destroying his reason. "I'll kill you! I'll kill you both!" Like a mad dog, Lorenzo pulled a switchblade from somewhere and roared, trying to climb over the gate, his eyes filled with a suicidal madness. "Elena is mine! No one takes her from me!" However, before he could even land... Without waiting for my order, Marco shot forward like a black bolt of lightning. The moment the gate opened, Marco executed a clean, military-grade takedown, kicking the knife out of Lorenzo's hand with precision.