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Lorenzo silently snarled at that name. He was a Giordano, but that family lineage didn’t carry the power he needed to soothe his greed, so when a situation arose, he took full advantage. The opening came with the Marchetti Mafia. The head of the organization, an elderly man who had recently lost his only son, had now been without a male heir—someone to carry on his name. That left the tycoon vulnerable, in no position any crime mobster favors.
Due to certain affiliations and common interests, Mr. Marchetti and Lorenzo had shared time together and became close. After the loss of his son, Mr. Marchetti and Lorenzo became even tighter. Eventually, speaking of ambitions and heartache, they were able to come to an agreement that benefited them both. Lorenzo, when in America, where Marchettis were prominent, would be known as Lorenzo Marchetti, lost son now returned.
The scheme was easy enough to achieve. Lorenzo’s true blood-father despised Americans, therefore never visited the country nor had dealings there. That is not to say Mr. Giordano’s reach wasn’t far when it came to selling weapons and other money-earning items. Someone always knew someone that could get you in touch with the powerful Giordano family in Italy.
Once upon a time, Lorenzo believed his family money could sate his lavish cravings, but his father now spent the money searching for his lost granddaughter.
A waste.
Lorenzo’s father saving his daughter, Isabella, hadn’t been so bad, Lorenzo supposed, but this was the second time money was now being used for the same purpose. It pained Lorenzo to watch his inheritance be blown fruitlessly out the window. He knew it was pointless because he knew the granddaughter would never be found.
How could he be certain?
He was the one hiding her.
Lorenzo felt she shouldn’t have been born in the first place. Consequently, he refused to share his inheritance with one more sibling or niece. She was a whore. Just like her mother, his sister, Isabella.
Lorenzo’s cell phone alerted him of a video, so he put the phone on speaker so he could tap play on the screen and watch. It was of the busy dance floor. He scanned the crowded floor for Elle. After finding her, he thought, ‘Who is that man she is talking to?’ He surveyed her accepting something small from him. What is in her hand? But those weren’t his only questions. His eyes were drawn to another invasion—another man headed toward her.
Studying the tall man working his way through the crowd, he asked security, “Is that a fucking biker?”
“Yes, sir. He has never been in our establishment before—”
“Our establishment?”
“Oh. No, sir. Yours. I meant yours.”
Still watching the video, Lorenzo noticed the time stamp. “Wait a minute. It is eleven PM here, which means six AM on that coast. When did she go missing?”
“Sir, umm…”
Lorenzo cursed, “You told me you were worth the top dollar I pay you, you useless piece of shit…” He pulled the video closer to his eyes, not sure if he was seeing his fiancée correctly. It appeared she was trying to help the bleeding man. I will fucking kill her with my bare hands.
The next video, when he saw Elle and some stranger head out the back door, his temper flared even more. 1:00 AM. “My fiancée has been missing for five hours, yet I am just now hearing about it?”
“We, uh—”
Lorenzo’s phone pinged with the delivery of the next video. “Shut up.”
“Yes, sir.”
Watching Elle escort the biker past the camera by the rear entrance, he thought to himself, I see she still has a soft spot for mindless bikers.
Lorenzo could see both of them, vigilantly peering about, careful to not be seen. “That bitch.” This was never supposed to happen. Lorenzo needed her. For more than one reason.
The employee dared to speak, “I’m so sorry, sir. We have been trying to collect intel before alarming you—”
“And how is that going? Any video of the alley?”
The man, fearing for his life, quietly said, “When we searched for her out the back door, we saw a tan SUV pulling away.”
“And?”
“Only a prescription bottle and scattered pills.”
Ready to explode with rage because that had nothing to do with Elle since she took no medications, he seethed, “License plate?”
“Covered, sir.”
