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And that's why he's here.
Finally.
The Beast of New York has come.
And, for better or for worse, he's here to claim me as his bride.
The Beast of New York: Where Is He Now?
A popular streaming service was recently served a cease-and-desist letter by the law firm representing Lorenzo Anghileri, the son of notorious drug lord Luchino Anghileri.
Lorenzo kept a relatively low profile since being pardoned, and his release remains a hotly debated topic.
The most recent confirmed sighting of the reclusive billionaire was in Boston two years ago, and his name at that time had been briefly linked to Cattleya Marchetti, who at that time was not yet married to Ezio Marchetti.
LORENZO STOOD WITH his back to Gloom when the sound of his landline ringing traveled from the open windows of his second-floor office and all the way down to the courtyard.
"Are you done yet?"
He turned to face his dog, and Gloom barked 'yes'.
He spared a gaze at Gloom's handiwork, but the retired bomb-sniffing German shepherd had not done a good job at burying his poop.
"Teo will not be happy about this."
But Gloom was already running around his legs without a care for the world.
To heck with Teo, in other words.
His phone continued to ring as Lorenzo made his way back inside the palazzo. The property was over a hundred years old, and in such a state of disrepair that it had already been condemned and scheduled for demolishment when Lorenzo had stepped in.
People had thought him crazy for buying such a place. But after five costly years of restoration, the palazzo had regained its former glory, and its value was now ten times more than its original assessment.
His phone was still ringing when he finally reached his office. Such persistence should be rewarded, and so Lorenzo answered the call.
"Ci hai messo un bel po' a rispondere." It took you long enough to respond.
The voice was instantly recognizable.
"What can I do for you, signora?"
The older woman laughed. The sound was as elegant as it was cold, and Lorenzo suddenly found himself recalling that Potenziana Marchetti was also known as La Strega. The words translated to 'the witch', and all things considered...
She was that, to have the balls to make a deal with the devil.
Or so everyone thought.
"You understand that now is not the time to waste on small talk," Potenziana remarked. "I like that."
A moment of silence followed, but Lorenzo was unbothered.
"Or maybe it's more than that. Perhaps you simply do not care to talk?"
It wasn't so much as not wanting to as not being used to having anyone to talk to, since a good chunk of his life had been spent in and out of solitary confinement.
But to explain this would require effort he didn't care to waste.
"Everyone seems to think you've completely disconnected yourself from the world. But I'm willing to bet you know exactly why I'm calling."
