**Lorenzos point of view**
As Adrena dozed off to sleep, I finally had time to think this whole mess through. Where the hell to even begin?
I knew that telling her about the mafia, was a bad idea. My father once told me something, when I was around sixteen years old. It haunted me the whole evening through;
''Son - the only thing more lethal than a gun, is a woman.''
I knew he was right. I knew that I was playing with my heart instead of my senses. But I was born into the mafia, with no way of escaping the vicious claws that holds me tight. And despite the evil and the lives I had to take, the mafia sits so deep inside me. It's running in my blood. And I enjoy the power and the respect I get.
No one dares to fuck with me, besides the russies. And the peace that was declared after our bloody sacrifices are now broken. Because of Adrena, and my foolhardy fucking urge to protect her.
