Why Does Don Lorenzo Have Gold Teeth Novels & Stories

“ I fucking made that happen, when you were gallivanting about, I did everything. I put in the work. I paid for it in blood. My blood. I took in the gunshots just to pass out deals. I eradicated enemies and lords of different gangs just so we would be on top, and now you say you are doing this for me?” Drago scoffed, his eyes digging into me. “A whore? Is that….” Lorenzo's steps quickened, standing up to Drago, with eyes not wavering and one which was bloodshot, he uttered. “ Don't ever call her a whore. You have whores, and none look like her, this should be the last time this happens because when next it does. You will have me to contend with" he trailed off. Flipping his head at me, his e

"You swore loyalty to the bloodline of the Rossi family. And now that your Donna has returned, you chose to stand beside a traitor." No one dared to speak. "However, since today is such a joyous occasion, I decided not to stain my hands with blood." I watched a flicker of hope ignite in Lorenzo's eyes, and a cruel smile curved my lips. "Lorenzo, you loved paying me off with 50 dollars, right? Didn't you say the sight of my letters annoyed you, and that 50 dollars was just to make sure I didn't starve in there?" I pulled a crisp 50-dollar bill from my clutch, snapped my fingers, and let it flutter down onto his face. "Consider this my charity. Take it—go live the life you deserve."

His eyes were wolfish. "It'll die down. Why are you all panicking?" "The family was going to move into legitimate business eventually. This is the opening." "And Liana..." He stood up. Looked around the room like a king inspecting his army. "I'm not saying this twice. She's my wife. She's your Donna. We're done here." Lorenzo wasn't the soft kid in love anymore. He was the Don now. Tempered in blood and fire. In the end, his father came to me. Brought Sofia.

She flinched, but didn't break. She leaned in, and breath cold on his chest. "Who?" "You'll have to guess," he whispered. Her patience snapped. She seized his chin, pulling his face toward her in a feminine brutal grip. "Tell me who else is after Luca …Tell me now." Lorenzo lifted his eyes and said nothing then his jaw locked and he smiled slowly ,spine-chilling smile. "Fine". He murmured ."if you want me to speak….,I'll make you happy". He stood , walked towards a wooden table and picked up a thin silver needle glinting under the dim light.

He took a step forward and spun the phone toward Don Lorenzo. Lorenzo blinked. He stared at his family’s legacy, their inherited wealth: 400 metric tons of gold. The image flashed on Dante’s phone. ‘On our way back, sir,’ a text beneath it read. Don Lorenzo blinked. “How?” he whispered, puzzled. How did Dante get to something even his children had no idea existed? “Surprise, right?” Dante asked, putting his phone away. “Not every smile in your house is sincere.” Don Lorenzo went silent, his brain trying to put the pieces together. What was that even supposed to mean? Was there a traitor within his own blood?

Lorenzo sat on the edge of the bed and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt. Then, he looked at me, his pupils slowly transforming into golden vertical slits. It was just like how they had been that night in bed. "I'm a red dragon and the king of all dragons. Doesn't it strike you as strange that there's only one mafia Don who charges into danger headfirst and never gets killed?" I opened my mouth, then closed it again. Right. It was precisely because of all these mysteries surrounding him that intelligence on him sold for such a high price.

“Where was the best one? Answer, or drink.” Lorenzo sat down as if nothing had happened. “In the bridal suite,” Lorenzo said lightly. “With whipped cream and his hands around my throat.” A ripple of laughter moved through the room, followed by a few low whistles and the kind of vulgar cheers only his inner circle would dare make in front of him. I felt the blood drain from my body. Years ago, to repay the De Luca family for raising me, I gave Lorenzo my heart. After the transplant, he had held my hand in his hospital bed and said, This heart is the most precious thing I’ll ever have. I’ll spend the rest of my life loving you for it.

"Tell that to your boss" "I already did" "And?" "He told me healing is a luxury" Her face dropped. Figures. Just then the heavy steel door opened and instantly there was a change in the atmosphere. Every nurse immediately lowered their heads. Lorenzo entered without a word. His black shirt clung to his broad frame, sleeves rolled to his elbows. His silver eyebrow piercing caught the fluorescent light. He looked almost unreal. Like the devil had decided to wear expensive tailoring. He ignored Adriana completely.

He said that and sent me a transfer of $1.88 on his phone. The note with the transfer contained two words: "Gold Digger." I had been with him for seven whole years and had not spent a dime of his money. I even gave him gifts on holidays and anniversaries. He took them like he was entitled to them, but he never got me anything in return. He would mockingly ask if I thought it was a man's duty to buy gifts for his girlfriend.

Lorenzo announced as he collected the file from Pablo. “Like going to the store shopping?” “Where else? Give her the box and the second file.” “Another one.” “Darling, we can never be too prepared.” With a little smile on his lips. I opened the box. A diamond ring. I look at Lorenzo again. He busied himself with his meal. I opened the file. “This can't work.” Lorenzo cutleries drop to the table with a clang. “Why?” “I am not a model.” “You don't have to be.”