Unexpected Love With The Mafia Don

LORENZO’S P.O.V.

It was clear that I would need a glass of whiskey if I was to survive the meeting without putting a bullet through someone’s skull. As I looked around the room, I thought about who the unfortunate victim could be.

Dante, our head of security seemed like a fine choice considering the fact that he was the one responsible for protecting the shipment that was attacked by the Russians. As if sensing my gaze on him, he slowly lifted his eyes to mine. I shot him a sharp smile that had him cowering and looking away. Maybe it was the scar on my face that ran from my brow to my chin or maybe it was just the fact that I was the heir to the De Lucia family. Whatever it was, there was something about me that had men quaking in their boots and I loved it.

All my life, I had never met anyone who dared to defy me- until her. It had been seven years but I was still unable to get her out of my mind. It was like the more I tried, the deeper she dug her claws in. When she left, I scrubbed the house clean of every trace of her in anger then I regretted it and brought everything back. I tried and failed for years to find her and all this time, I still held onto the inkling of hope that she would return.

“Lorenzo,” a voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I looked up at my father.

If there was any man in the world who was almost as scary as I was, it was Antonio DeLucia. He was known for his bloodthirsty nature and natural cruelty. We had the same black hair and while I chose to keep mine long and reaching my shoulders, he preferred to have his cropped close to his scalp. He had dark brown eyes that were almost black while I inherited the bright blue eyes that my mother had. Our eyes were the only difference that we shared. He taught me everything that I knew.

“Yes, father?” I asked as subconsciously twirled the knife on the table between my fingers. I saw Dante swallow deeply as if worried that I would suddenly throw the knife at him. “Has something new come up in the half an hour that we have been here? The Russians took the shipment, I am aware.”

“We are discussing strategies in getting them back.”

I sat up straighter and I saw a few of the men in the room take subconscious steps back. Only my father didn’t move and that was because he knew that there was no way I would harm him. Instead, I turned to Dante and beckoned him closer.

He looked like he would rather swallow glass but he slowly made his way over to me and I saw him bow curtly as a show of respect. I lay the knife down carefully on the table and I saw his sigh of relief. It only made the corner of my mouth turn up. His first mistake was thinking that I needed a knife to kill him.

I reached out and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and jerked him close. He inhaled sharply and he tried to look everywhere but at me.

“You were in charge of the shipment, weren’t you?” I asked and he nodded making me slam his face into the table. “When I ask a question, I expect a response with words.”

There was blood dripping from his nose but he made n move to wipe it off. “Yes, Capo, I was in charge.”

“Good, now it will be your job to make sure that you bring it back and the Russians who took it along with you. Am I clear?”