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“What?”

Twelve

Lorenzo

I should have known better. I had heard horror stories of women from the south when they got pissed off. However, in my defense she didn’t look like much. Apparently looks are deceiving because I was currently rolling around on the floor, as agonizing pain radiated all over my body, gasping for air, holding my nuts.

Who knew that a size five foot could hurt so much?

“Mother fucker,” I gasped, trying to catch my breath. Of course, it was at that moment my phone started ringing, again. Like I wanted to talk to anyone right now. What I wanted was a fucking doctor.

“What,” I moaned.

“I am going to give you the beating of a lifetime when I get my hands on you, Lorenzo.”

“Too late,” I gasped, rolling over onto my back taking a deep breath.

“You sound funny. What did you do now?”

“Gio, I think I need a doctor.”

“More like a mortician.”

“As long as he can fix my dick.” I moaned again, as another round of pain traveled through my body.

The line was silent as I waited for Gio to say something, anything. I don’t know what I expected from my big brother but I thought he would commiserate with me and show me some kind of sympathy but what I got was laughter.

Lots of laughter.

“Why are you laughing?” I groaned, trying to sit up. Holy shit I saw stars. Was the room supposed to be spinning?

“Serves you right. Now, where is Donatella?”

“Who the fuck cares. She broke my dick.”

“Lo, you are already in enough trouble. Your dick will heal. Where is Donnie?”

“She left. She went to the party. I tried to stop her but her foot did the talking.”

“You let her leave? Alone?”

“In my defense, I did try to stop her.”

“She is half your size Lorenzo!”

“With a battering ram for a foot. She is mean Lorenzo. Like really mean.”

“Lorenzo,” my brother said sternly. “Get up off the floor and go after her. I just got word that Costa put a hit out on Donatella. The two men who tried to take her at her school work for Costa. He wants her dead. I need you to muster whatever male fortitude you have left and go find her. I am leaving now but it’s going to be a few hours before I can get there. Until then, you need to protect her.”

“My dick,” I moaned, still cupping my crotch.

“Put a band-aid on it and get moving.” And just like before, the line went dead.

No sympathy.

Nothing.

Rolling over onto my hands and knees, I took a deep breath and stood as a dangerous thought entered into my head. For some reason, I knew this shit wasn’t going to end anytime soon. Whatever was going on, it was going to be the death of me. Somehow, Donatella had gotten herself mixed up with one of the worst families in North America. They wanted her dead and after she damn near maimed me, I was inclined to let the Costa Family have her. Then I thought of Penny. My best friend and I knew this pain was just the tip of the iceberg.


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