Tom And Lorenzo Novels & Stories

Lorenzo asked as he sat on the dark red couch, a cigarette in his mouth, resting on the couch as he leaned his head back, he puffed a cigarette and placed his arm on the top of the couch. "You can't be fazed by a face you've seen before. You'd be more addicted." Dominic said, sipping a glass of wine. "You sure she won't recognize us?" Lorenzo replied. "We didn't even tell her our names." Lorenzo could only sigh at Dominic's reply. A chuckle could be heard from the other side of the room, where Leo was playing cards with Kanji. "Ah about cards, how many digits did we get from our last gambling?" Toshiro inquired as he straightened his posture while playing billiards and striking the target wi

Lorenzo's most trusted right-hand man, Tommy, was reporting the latest developments. "Good," Lorenzo nodded coldly. "Keep up the pressure. Leave them no room to breathe." After every bloody acquisition, Lorenzo would push the property deeds in front of me. "For you, my queen." He always said it as if he were presenting precious jewels, not a dark empire worth billions. I would laugh and tell him he was spoiling me rotten, but he would just kiss the back of my hand earnestly. "I need the entire underworld to know that you can have anything you want."

he said. Once again, I had nothing to reply with. "But first I have one question? What was Leonardo Loren's mate doing in Mexico getting involved in trafficking?" "I was with a friend and he had to get the shipment before we went on vacation," I replied quietly. "Ah yes, 'Romano De'Meritchi'," he said. "Or Luca Romano as I have recently discovered to be his real name. We will have to find him and kill him too now that I know he works for Loren and my guess would be that he has been using his position in my cartel to the Stella pack's advantage. Did you get on well?"

New York ◆ LORENZIO ◆ “This might sting a little, Mr. Tomassini.” “It’s fine. Doesn’t hurt.” I glanced at the phlebotomist as she extracted a vial of blood, the red liquid almost too bright under these blinding lights.

I replied as I reclined on the chair, a heavy sigh escaping my lips. “Great. So tell me, have you been able to speak to Colin? And what of Lorenzo?” “Lorenzo is a great friend of Collin. I can tell that they've known each other for a long time with the way they bond. He's funny and cool. But I'm still keen on knowing more about him.” “You feel there's something about him and Collin that you need to know about,” “Yeah! Maybe I'm just overthinking. He's a fashion designer like just like Collin and he has his fashion house there in Italy,”

Lorenzo stated with a sly smile which made him look hot. What??!!

he commented under his breath and lay on his bed with his hand at the back of his head. ‘At least she isn’t crazy like the last one’ he thought with a smirk. ... Dimitri Lorenzo is the second and now the only son of a Spanish business mogul, Donald Lorenzo, and a former British hairstylist turned businesswoman, Patricia Lorenzo. He is New York City's most eligible bachelor/playboy as the media displays him. The Lorenzos' have a wide chain of businesses from hotels to restaurants to beauty salons, clothing lines, shipping, and many more running back home in Spain, here in New York, in other states in the US, and in many countries in other parts of the world.

The morning sun filtered through the tall windows, casting golden streaks across the dining table where Zia sat. A plate of toast, eggs, and a half-empty glass of orange juice sat untouched in front of her. She idly swirled the juice, staring at the table like it held answers to questions she hadn’t yet asked. Then, the door creaked open. Lorenzo walked in, his movements careful, as if stepping into a space where he no longer belonged. He was dressed in black joggers and a plain white t-shirt that clung to his frame, his hair still damp from a morning shower.

Lorenzo is having the time of his life shooting and killing. After tonight no drugged out rogues will be left alive.

**"Enjoyed the show. You two looked so good together. Don't worry—I'll take good care of her when I take her from you." My blood ran cold. They'd been watching us. Just now. While we were... "Oh my god," I whispered, my hands starting to shake. Lorenzo's entire body went rigid, his eyes flashing gold as his wolf surged forward. "That's it," he snarled. "I'm calling an emergency pack meeting. Whoever this fucker is, they're not getting anywhere near you."