Lorenzo St John Novels & Stories

"If he's the one who can protect me like you and he were pointing out, then where the fuck is he?" Mateo couldn't answer. I closed my eyes because I knew my behavior towards him was rude, but he let Giovanni in too much. Giovanni, who likes to twist his own words, already knew it; what he said three days ago was just a word he couldn't stand on. He's still the old Giovanni Alastair Rossi, the breaker of his own words. I'm no longer shocked; I'm used to it. "I'm sorry, Mateo. But you can't dictate to me. I won't take Zarina with me or Isaih or anyone else in Poncho Pilato. My bodyguards are enough. The conversation is over."

"You're right. It is indeed a beautiful place." "Lorenzo? Who is Lorenzo?" "Tony's boyfriend. Just like Toni, he is one of my confidants and also one of the best doctors in the Laurent clan. You've seen it." "That black curly-haired man who barged into our room that time?" "You're right," Stephen laughed softly at his answer, pinching the tip of his nose. "Your memory is strong, I must admit." "If I do not have a strong memory, I will not get a scholarship and study law as I am now," Veronica narrowed her eyes. "And you better stop pinching my nose."

I had to play the part of the helpless, bound prisoner, while a man's life dissolved by the second. "Fifty," Lorenzo said. "Stop! Just stop!" I cried out, my voice cracking with genuine terror as I pressed my back harder against the mattress. "I swear to you, I don't know anything! He’s just a doctor! He’s the chief of medicine at the hospital! Why are you doing this to him?!" "He is the man who funneled your father’s stolen millions through fake medical equipment charities for the last forty-eight months," Lorenzo countered flatly. He didn't blink. He didn't even look angry. He just looked like an accountant balancing a ledger with a firearm. "Forty-five."