Kill Or Free Lorenzo Novels & Stories

Agent Perez threw the pictures of unsolved murders, that we know that Lorenzo had committed, “You’ve got a body count that could fill a five fucking graveyards, a reputation that sends grown men running, and not a single shred of remorse to show for it. You’ve made a career out of killing for the Costellos." Lorenzo’s eyes flicked to him but he said nothing. Logan pushed off the wall, circling the table like a predator, "You think your silence keeps the Costellos safe? They’ve already turned on you. While you’re sitting here playing the stoic soldier, your so-called brothers are spilling everything. Names, dates, details. They’ve left you for dead, Vitelli." Lorenzo’s lips twitched—almost a

It was Lorena; I had no fucking doubt. The cold rage and fear snaked through me. Damien Santos wanted Lorena. “Kill him,” I spat. Massimo stepped away, then Enzo reached for his gun and fired one bullet. He slumped forward in the chair. Three seconds of silence. “Yes, it’s time to take the East Coast,” Enzo acknowledged. “About fucking time,” the rest of us muttered in unison.

Anna cried out tapping her mother fiercely. Lorenzo walked angrily to him with his gun pointed at his head. " Any last words Paolo?" Paolo began to laugh. "Fanculo la Mafia (Fuck the mafia)" he cussed out Lorenzo pulled the trigger and hot blood gushed out of the bullet hole in his head. The man fell lifeless to the ground and made a loud thump. He used a finger to wipe Paolo's blood that had splashed on his face. The smell of blood had delighted him.

After that, I heard that when Lorenzo returned to the country, he went completely off the rails. He staked his own life, flushed out every traitor and took them down, then charged into the flames and never came back. Some said he was dead. Others said he did it to clean out the traitors in the Sabellas and settle his last debt. Either way, I never went digging for the truth. The lakes and mountains of Alveresse, together with Luna's warm laughter, were more than enough for me. At last, I'd found a happiness that was truly mine.

His uncomfortable wolf dieing to be held by him. Soren doesn't want to embarrass himself, so he try to bypass him. He was only two step ahead when a sudden jark pull him back, he ended up infront of Luciano face to face once again. Luciano sniff the air while his hold on Soren's wrist stayed frim. "You reek of Alpha pheromone". Luciano spoke taking Soren by suprise. Soren for some reason found his normal voice sexy that he ignore the words spoken to him.

I'm anxious because I hate him, that's all. Right? “Did I run to avoid a scandal —- or to avoid him? Machado fucking Lorenzo. Most Mafia look terribly dangerous —-- and ugly. He's dangerous and hot. God, I admit it—-- Lorenzo is too handsome. My breathing is off—---- I look confused. “A knock. Shit I forgot. This isn't my apartment.” I opened the door —-- ready to blot and nearly tripped backwards. “He's there.” Lorenzo Machado.

"If you so much as breathe a word about what is under that floor, I will make sure you never breathe again. Do you understand me? Keep your mouth shut." Lorenzo doesn't flinch. For the first time in his life, the sarcastic smirk is gone. His face is like stone, his eyes filled with a grave intensity. "You are a the traitor you seek , Santino," Lorenzo says, his voice low but perfectly clear. "You killed a boy who risked his entire life to save yours. You took a soul that loved you like a brother and you tore it apart on that table. You think you’re a king, but you’re just a coward hiding behind a name."

Chris helplessly replied, "It's meaningless to talk about them. You killed both of them; it has nothing to do with me." Lorenzo laughed in anger and then sneered, "You will have a taste of your own medicine, Chris. I am going to spread the video of me sleeping with your wife. I will show it to the entire world; perverts will masturbate to her moans, and creeps will watch with their dicks in their hands while imagining ramming her with me..." "You dare not!" Chris's voice roared from the phone's speaker, interrupting what Lorenzo was saying. Lorenzo laughed and retorted coldly, "Why can't I, Chris? You did worse."

“I’m here to end this.” Lorenzo chuckled, shaking his head. “Spoken like a man who still thinks he has a choice. Let me tell you something, brother. This doesn’t end with you walking away.” Dino narrowed his eyes. Lorenzo continued, “Sanchez doesn’t just kill his enemies. He breaks them. He makes them suffer before the final blow.” Dino’s jaw tightened. Lorenzo leaned back, smirking. “But… you already know that, don’t you?”

"The dead one is related to Dante, one of Leandro's oldest gunslingers." "Shit." I closed my eyes, squeezing them shut until stars appeared in the total darkness. "Your brother's just out of control." Lorenzio balled his hands into fists until his knuckles paled, then chuckled. A bitter kind of laugh. Hollow and mirthless. "I'll kill him myself if Rafa ends up in prison or dead." ◇