Twin Tormentors By RARE

LORENZO POV

The meeting with our partners was rather annoying, provided the fact that I was having a very rough day already. And what made me want to scream and yank my hair off my scalp was the fact that they thought they could cancel our collaboration with just a word of mouth like what the hell did they take me for?

Apparently, they didn’t feel “safe” with CAT Holdings after finding out it was involved with Turantello Familia, and I wanted to laugh in their faces because Turantello Familia controlled 80% of the country GDP. Little fuckers with small brains.

I remained quiet at my seat as I listened to them bickering around how it’s not healthy to continue our collaboration. However, my mind was elsewhere as I tried to think of all the possible ways to reach Verzi. Knowing him, he could be trying to escape from captivity and when he did, I knew things weren’t going to be pretty for whoever dared to capture him. And I prayed for their lives that they didn’t do anything to hurt him.

The only hurtful thing was that my brother didn’t let me meddle in his mafia business no matter how bad the situation was. He could be under guillotine, with his head ready to be chopped off, he’d still scream me off to stay the hell away from his business. And knowing him, I knew better than to defy him. not that I feared him, but because I cared for him and understood him deeply than any one. He was my other half, and I knew when to cross the line! Vernero was a grenade. Nobody knew when he was going to explode, and the sad thing is that whenever he did, someone lost their live.

“President Cattanio?” One of the partners called me out pulling me back from my day dream. I raised a brow and stared back at him, urging him to say whatever he wanted to say. I really wasn’t feeling it today!

He nervously cleared his throat and said:

“Ahhmm… we would like to know what you think about the conditions. The revelation of the CAT’s dealings with Turantello Familia put us in a very tight spot. We really don’t think that it would be wise…”

“And you think it would be wise to cancel our collaboration?” I cut him off and got up from my seat, which made a small sound as I pushed it back and stepped from it. I nodded to my secretary Valerie, who walked towards me with a stack of files in her hand and handed them to me.

I took them and began my predatory steps around the table of brainless twats that thought they could get over with their little plan. They didn’t know I had long discovered what they had been up to and that I knew the reason why they wanted out.

me right, our collaboration is of 15 years. And it’s been only

in business world. Sorry, you didn’t know that. Also, my brother, Vernero… I assume you all know him; the head of the Turantello. Do you think he will let you off after

kill an ant, was a whole raging tornado with very unstable emotions. He killed without batting

like a prick guys but in this country and others that share the borders, Cattanio Twins are the LAW. Matter of fact, Vernero is the law. Instead of bickering back and forth about how should cut ties, I suggest you all think better because you have all been taken care of for years, under his rule. And if you defy him… shame.” I carefully placed each file in front of the owner and then walked to the long floor to ceiling window that overlooked the city. It was a little after 8 so

of them opened their respective file, then the heavy silence fell inside the board room. I

they have been involved

the table where

I found her!

been longing for stared back at me. Gosh I wish I wasn’t dreaming. I composed myself and shoved the phone in my pocket, then

as soon as I closed the door behind me, an uproar arose inside the boardroom, but I didn’t give a damn. I had to

He finally found her!

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LEIGH-ARI

wasn’t taking a no for an answer. With that, we hailed a cab and grabbed my poor car where I left it in the morning due to morning rush. I was actually

behind me talking about her dick of a boyfriend who slept with her cousin. Honestly, I didn’t understand how men thought. I just… figuring a man was the same as trying to understand why a pizza is made make circular, stored in a square box and eaten in

just dump him?” I asked her for the umpteenth time in a week because all I have been hearing lately was

him. I

opening the door and kicked my high heels to the side. A long moan escaped my lips when my feet made contact with the cool tiled floor of my