The Perfect Sin

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𝗥 𝗘 𝗡 𝗭 𝗢

"I want to know who orchestrated that hit!" I yell, slamming my hand down on the table as I stare at my men.

"We don't know yet, boss." Domenico pipes up and I bawl my hands into a tight fist.

"So find out!" I snap. "Get me a list of every one who was at the gala. I want to know everything about them. Their birthday, ID photos, profession, even their fucking shoe size. I want everything."

Some of my men nod and exit the meeting room, leaving only a few stood in front of me. My brother being one of them.

It's been roughly three hours since I left Lula stood in her room. Three hours since I kissed her. I fucking kissed her. What an idiot. I wasn't thinking. She wouldn't stop talking and I.. I just couldn't stop myself.

When I heard that bullet and felt her crashing into me, I went into shock. I couldn't process what was happening until it was too late.

She jumped in front of a bullet for me. Regardless of whether she says she just tried to push me out of the way. It's still more than anyone else has ever done for me. Especially someone who owes me nothing.

A girl that I kidnapped, held hostage here and threatened to kill on several occasions if she didn't comply to my rules.. saved my life.

She's so stupid. She risked her life for someone who didn't deserve it. I'm not worth saving.

I haven't been able to think straight since we left the gala. The entire journey back here was a blur. I couldn't tell how severely Lula had been wounded because of the amount of blood on her arm.

For the first time in years I was scared. In that moment, I was scared for her. Scared for me.

For some reason I felt sick, but I didn't actually get sick. It was strange. My stomach was tight and my chest hurt from the thud of my heart. It was a weird fucking feeling and I didn't like it.

I've been on edge since I left her in her room. I want to know who the hell ordered that hit. Who those men were and what they wanted.

Well, considering I was the one who dodged a bullet, I'm going to throw in a wild guess and say they were there for me.

I have many enemies, probably more than I have friends. Actually that's a pretty strong term to use, so I suppose I could say acquaintances.

Still, there's plenty of people out there that would want to have my head on a stick I'm sure. Some even wanting it as a centrepiece for their mantel. But none of them have been foolish enough to actually follow through with their wishes.

Whoever was in charge of this will pay. My men could've been seriously injured tonight. They rely on me just as much as I do them.

I release a frustrated growl, picking up an already open bottle of whiskey and taking a swig from the bottle, grimacing at the strong aftertaste. Fuck, that was bad.

"Renzo, you need to calm down." Leandro says, taking a step towards me. At this point, the rest of my men have left the room and Leandro and I are now the only occupants.