Lorenzo St John Novels & Stories

Then he laughed — a low, chilling sound. “That’s what you think?” he asked. The soldier blinked, confused. “Well… yes. Isn’t she Adrian’s daughter? Don’t you share the same mother?” Lorenzo took a deep breath, then exhaled sharply. “You’re my loyal man,” he said. “So I’ll tell you the truth.” The soldier nodded slowly. Lorenzo stepped closer. “I’m not a Sinclair.” The soldier’s mouth fell open. “What?” “That’s right,” Lorenzo said, voice calm. “I am not Adrian’s brother. I am not part of their bloodline. Not by a single drop.”

Lorenzo said quietly and looked lifeless. John Marset looked at Lorenzo with concern as he patted the young man on the shoulder lightly. He thought Lorenzo didn't deserve it. His wife's death was already the harshest punishment for him. If Lorenzo had to be expelled from the ranks of Agent, it seemed that it would further exacerbate the pain that plagued Lorenzo. He had to do something to keep Lorenzo in his position even though Lorenzo had indeed violated the very forbidden headquarters rules.

I knocked twice on the door, and a low, gravelly voice from the other side growled, "Enter." The hefty man opened the door, revealing a dimly lit room with a plush, velvet couch and a large, wooden desk. Lorenzo, a tall, imposing figure with a chiseled jawline and piercing eyes, sat behind the desk with a cigar clenched between his teeth. He looked up at me, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Ah, Harry," Lorenzo said, his voice low and smooth. "Welcome. I've been expecting you." Lorenzo's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing as he leaned back in his chair. "So, you want George dead, and in return, you'll get control of Novartis Company Ltd," he repeated, his voice laced with a hint of skept

“I’m good. Although, you might want to keep your woman under you all night. From the sounds we just heard, she seems to be receptive to you in that arena.” “I might shoot you one of these days,” I growled at him but a grin played on my lips. He was right. Lorena was receptive when I pleasured her. She had been avoiding me from the moment she set foot back in my house. She either clung to her son, my father, or hid who the fuck knows where. Besides, she had to get over her jet lag too. “Don’t pay attention to Alessio,” Giovanni chimed in. “He’s just jealous because he can’t get his dick into the woman he wants.”

“But he pulled you away from the meeting, right? He took the best opportunity the King was going to give you...” “Exactly. He got the advantage on the deal,” Lorenzo said, dragging a hand through his straight hair, and then a low, mocking laugh rumbled in his throat. I saw the flash of those huge wolf canines that could tear anyone’s throat out. “If this is true, you have no idea what kind of card I’m holding right now,” he said, his voice laced with macabre plans to come.

When I got to the door I smoothed out my gown and put on a remorseful expression. "Oh my God I'm so sorry I'm this late, the traffic was bad," I apologized, feigning remorse. "That's fine Miss Quinton we didn't wait for too long," a middle-aged man with blue eyes and dirty blonde hair whom I assumed was the lawyer said. "I'm John Morton, Mr. Forbes' Lawyer," he stretched out his hand for a handshake and I politely took it. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Morton, I'm Giordana Quinton, although I'm sure you must be aware of that by now," I replied smoothly.

he trailed. "So what?, you ask Christine to spy on me?...where are you heading with this?"i charged up saying. He paused, giving me a scrutinizing look and continued. "She could be carrying My grandchild. The next legitimate heir to the Lorenzo family line .and that-, i cannot take for granted." "No," I rasped, my jaw locking so hard my teeth ached, "Yes. And you will marry her ," Christopher countered smoothly, his voice unyielding, carrying the weight of my dilemma.

Never had I felt so much anger towards another singular person. I heard a muffled cry come from Ella. The pain and desperation in her voice was real and something you rarely heard from Ella Jones. "You know who I am, Martinez-" "I am well aware," he replied. "Leonardo Loren. The most ruthlessly terrifying man to ever live." "Then you'll be well aware of what I do to people that do things that anger me," Leo said. "And raping my Luna is top of that list." "You've got nothing on me, Loren. Even if you do find me, you're alone, outnumbered and we have guns," he said in an amused tone. "And relax, I'll ensure that she has fun. After all, it is the last thing she'll do before death."

And with that, he smiled a cold, calculated smile that sent shivers down my spine. “It’s over, John. This gimmick has ended. There’s nothing you can do anymore. Your men are dead and you’re here in the position that has always been meant for you—underneath my feet.” Lorenzo released the safety of his gun and trained it on John. For the first time, I saw fear flash across John’s face. “It’s not over,” John repeated, his eyes cold as ice. “My right-hand man, Matteo, does he work for you?” Lorenzo asked.

His eyebrows arch as he looks at me, shaking his head. “What do you think you’re going to accomplish with that?” He asks and I look at him, shaking my head as the tears roll down my cheek. “Put the knife down, principessa,” he says, and I shake my head violently. “No, you’re an animal, you’re a criminal,” I say and he laughs again, nodding. “Yes, I am, and I had my eye on you. You are way too pretty to be with only one man,” Lorenzo says, and I frown as he stands, shoving his hands into his pants pockets. His large belly hanging over his belt with the buttons almost popping out.