Lorenzo Berkshire Novels & Stories

she cried out loud. Lorenzo awoke in the dungeons, and he was confused. He did not know how or why; he was here when he was on his horse riding to the ship's dock to run away with Gemma. "Gemma," Lorenzo shouted, holding on to the steal rodes in the window. Just then, a crack of thunder erupted, and lightning lit up the sky.

Totally mortified, Phoebe gave them a slight smile then she came closer to Lorenzo. “What are you doing?” she whispered in a horrified undertone. “This is called shopping. You should try it sometimes,” Lorenzo replied sarcastically, quite indifferent to the staff eyes now trained on their every move. Like a steamroller, he headed for another rack, to pull a blue cotton shift dress from a hanger and stuff it with equal unconcern into her dismayed grasp. A long black coat was thrust at her in the same careless fashion. Then he paused by a severely undersized jeans shorts outfit on a dummy. With an imperious inclination of his dark head, he hailed ‘This one as well’ to the frozen-faced older wo

Rico stood behind him, going through the files in his hand. The Lavandor Ball was hosted by the richest family in Italy, the Lorenzos. An outdoor gathering for the rich to flaunt their status—one which the Don of the Lorenzo Empire prided in. They were the strongest mafia clan in Italy, after all. After a good 30 minutes, the Lorenzos finally showed up, taking the spotlight from everyone else. Francesco and his wife, Lucia, took their seats, but they didn’t come alone. They came with their three daughters, whom he hadn’t bothered to spare a glance at—but the youngest one… blonde hair, sea-blue eyes.

Carlos pulled into the driveway and got down from the car together with two of Lorenzo’s men. Her heartbeat lurched thinking about the party...there would be so many people. Sensing her inner meltdown, Lorenzo held her hands and caressed them gently. “It’s just a party…You don’t need to feel scared.” She smiled and nodded then they exited the car. A dark green carpet ran along the lawn to one side of the house leading to the impressive grounds at the rear.Lorenzo had a protective arm around her, resting his hand on her waist as they followed the green carpet with a steady stream of Barcelona’s elite dressed in their finery and wearing all manner of jewelries,the lanterns lightning the way.

And I seriously didn’t have any idea of what was happening. I turned around with an attempt to run out only to run smack dab into a wall of muscles. The fresh scent of rain forest and musk engulfed my senses, causing me to take a huge gulp and slowly looked up. “Nice to see you, Tesoro.” Lorenzo stood in front of me in a black dress shirt that had two top buttons undone. The shirt was tugged neatly into his pants with a belt secured tightly on his lean waist. His hands were stuffed into the pockets of his black slacks and he looked yummy.

“What is going on with him?” “He… he is really finished,” Lorenzo laughed. “How? It must be so exciting for you to have laughed.” “Because it really is. He has accumulated wealth from my company.” “And that is exciting?” “Yes. And do you want to know what is more exciting?” “What?” “His wife, Lorraine.” “How?” “She is looking to apply for a loan with his house, and other properties.” “With his consent?” “No, of course!” “Wait, did you really have a hand in the embezzling that Jonathan is doing?”

Lorenzo. If you say so sweetheart I give you 2 months to give me all the money your parents are owing me or you accept to get married to me without any problem Lorenzo said and left the Rivers mansion angrily because he never knew what to do again he was confused on ways to make the girl fall in love with him before someone else take his woman away from him. Mrs.Rivers could not keep calm and blurted out," Darling what is wrong with this our daughter she wants us to be on Mr. Lorenzo's enemies list, and look she is 23years now I wonder when she will get married if not now.

Lorenzo grumbled, staring into the crowd. “You jealous?” Kingsley teased with a lifted brow. Lorenzo’s silence sparked a smirk. “You are jealous.” “Can you fault me?” Lorenzo groused, pulling a chuckle from Kingsley. “Something in my hair; he was helping,” Kingsley explained. “Just my PA, no worries.” “He’s young. Good-looking,” Lorenzo observed. “Should I worry now?” Kingsley quipped, tone light. Lorenzo swung back, shooting a ‘seriously?’ look.

Lighter, more fluid, and infinitely more volatile. Lorenzo Bianchi slipped inside as if he owned the space, closing the door behind him with a quiet push. He was, once again, a vision of carefully constructed chaos—a deep emerald green suit this time, his hair artfully disheveled, a smirk playing on his lips that didn't reach his calculating eyes. "Little bird," Lorenzo cooed, his voice a silken purr. "All alone in your gilded cage? My brother must be neglecting you."

He was truly happy for Brenda. Lorenzo shrugged indifferently in response to his brother's question. "Yes. You know miracles do happen. Some of us here are just unlucky enough to experience it." He sneered, looking wickedly at Leonardo. Leonardo's expression grew stony, understanding the double meaning behind Lorenzo's words. His past. But he wasn't bothered about it anymore. They could mock him for all he cared, if only they knew he had a five-year-old daughter, already the first grandchild and the future heiress to the Anderson fortune.