Their forever toxic love

L O R E N Z O

I look down at the man sitting in front of me tide down to the chair.

Blood oozing from his swollen face, he has a cut on the top of his eyebrow, lip busted, left eye black and swollen, the outside of his eye a little purple, knife marks all over his right arm, one big slash on his right cheek and bloody cut up knuckles.

I exhale the smoke in my mouth due to the cigarette in my right hand, blowing it in this fuckers' face, causing the piccola puttana to cough and close his eyes, no more than two seconds later they snap back open when I talk. (little bitch)

"Who do you work for?" I ask calmly, I see the surprise that flashes in his eyes, most likely due to how calm I am, then it's replaced with fear, regret, and rage.

Is him getting mad going to help him in any way, shape, or form? nope. Does it affect me in any way, shape, or form -nope, così mi interessa? -nope. (so do I care)

He then chooses to laugh, cazzo di risata, nella mia cazzo faccia, my blood starts boiling what the hell is wrong with the stupid ass. I take a drag of my cigarette to calm myself down which doesn't seem to help much. (fucking laugh/in my fucking face)

"Sarà fanculoamente divertente quando hai un fanculo proiettile nella tua testa stupida asino." I mutter. (it's going to be fucking funny when you have a fucking bullet in your head stupid ass)

Turning around to face my four most trusted men, who look bored out of their minds, "So, his family it is." I say rubbing my bottom lip with my thumb "Hmmm maybe the little sister" I voice "Or what about the mom and sister?" I say, looking at one of my men who smirk in response.

We would never really hurt a child, we only do it to get the dumb fuckers to talk.

"No." The son of a bitch in front of me shouts, moving and kicking. The fucker looks like he's throwing a fucking fit. Point proven.

I turn around and look at the man straight in the eyes waiting for his answer, "The Russian mafia." He mumbles looking down.

Well, that was fast.

With that I smirk and throw my cigarette on the basement floor bringing my foot out to smash the end causing the little sparks of fire to die, and bring my gun up, aiming it at his head.

Loving the fear I see in his eye, the little Trimble I see of his lip, his eyes watering knowing he's about to take his last breath e che egli è. (and that he is)

I tighten my finger around the trigger and press down shooting him right in between his beady little eyes, his body goes limp, I look at his lifeless body, dead, still, cold. speckles of blood splattered all over my white button-up shirt along with my right cheek.

Walking out of the basement, my four men in toe. Them heading to whatever shit they need to do and me going to my room.

I get to my room and throw my phone on the bed, undo my watch, and walk over to my nightstand, sitting it down on there, throw my shoes off and go in my bathroom and strip off my bloody clothes.

I turn on the warm water and step in. "Fanculo" I groan in pleasure, sucking in a breath through my teeth as the cold water hits my back muscles. The water slowly undoing the knots all around my back. (Fuck)

I turn around and groan in satisfaction once again, not caring about the pink colored water at my feet and letting the warm water run over my hair before tilting my head all the way back closing my eyes.

I normally take an ice-cold shower but today's been a fucking day.

My jaw tightens letting the water run all over the front of my body, loosening the muscles in my legs and chest.

hi lovely's

how are you today?

I don't really know how I feel about this chapter

what do yall think about this chapter?

according to google translate cazzo and fanculo both mean fuck so I'm going to be using both, cazzo also means other words but ill translate them as being used. I just don't want to confuse you guys :) .