The Mafia King’s Chubby Obsession
Lorenzo asked, looking back at the inferno.
"Every cent," Luca panted, clutching his bleeding arm. "It’s gone, Boss. All of it."
Lorenzo leaned back. He closed his eyes.
"Good," he whispered. "Now he knows."
"Knows what?" I asked, speeding toward the highway.
"That the King is back," Lorenzo said. "And he brought fire."