Our Mission

Chapter 3

LORENZO

"Where's the girl?" My voice is cold and sharp.

I have attended plenty of galas to recognize the faces of the old and new. By their eyes, their mouths, the slight wrinkles on their skin, and even by the tips of their fingers.

I could spot a man I've encountered whether it had been within a decade or one simple conversation.

The mask had no effect because I was still able to see right through them. That's what I wanted. She though, completely out of the ordinary.

When I don't receive an answer I look away from the man below me, "idiota, lasciala andare?"

My brother, Sergio is handing out demands to our men to begin collecting the bodies. A cigar already lit in his hand.

"I don't recall a girl."

My dentist has mentioned to stop grinding my teeth but the task is nearly impossible when I have a man like my brother around.

I pinch the bridge of my nose before inhaling a deep breath. I turn and point at the body across from him.

"The woman that killed him." I face him and watch the wheels in his brain begin to function. When I receive no response I call his name, "Sergio."

Bringing the cigar to his lips he takes a long hit and as he exhales the bulb in his head lights up.

"Oh, she left," he rubs his chin. "Though, I'm unsure which exit she took."

Being my brother truly comes in his favor. I'm not a man who enjoys going on killing sprees, especially with the lives of the innocent.

Sergio isn't innocent in the least but he has one thing in common with the average person. Stupidity. A trait I cannot stand. He would be my first pick to kill if he hadn't gotten the privilege of sharing my blood.

"I figured." I give him a tight smile. "Get out of my view and occupy yourself with something beneficial."

I motion my hand to a handful of my men and guide them to check every exit. And I tell another to contact the guards at the gate for any recognition of the woman.

Once that was settled, I returned to my task and bent down to stare at the man below me. Lifting his bloody shirt, I stare at the detailed snake that is formed as a letter V.

"Son of a bitch."

I'm unsure of how long I must've been analyzing his body because Mauricio is next to me. He places two fingers on the man's neck to check his pulse.

"Dead, but you could never be too sure."

"Take him to the cell."

I rise and take one last look at my surroundings before I leave the ballroom.

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I'm down a hall and my hand is on a panel a few inches away from the elevator doors. A light scans my palm before lighting green and opening my passage.