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🕑 Added 2024-06-24 03:36:22 +0000 UTCIn the grand bedroom, the king-sized bed was a tangle of silk sheets and naked limbs. Mica and Deborah lay entwined like entangled vines, their faces flushed and satiated. A gentle smile played on Lorenzo's lips as he gazed down at his two lovers, the room still heavy with the musky scent of love. He couldn't help but feel a swell of pride and contentment welling in his chest.
With the tenderness of a parent, he carefully tucked the blanket around their slumbering forms, ensuring their nude bodies were modestly covered. Although the evening's activities had been exhilarating, he couldn't shake the feeling that he hadn't quite found the same satisfaction as his two loves had. Still, he was at peace, if only for a fleeting moment.
Lorenzo's eyes heavy-lidded, he too succumbed to the allure of slumber, his body craving rest after a night of passionate entanglements. Hours passed, and as the sun's rays streamed through the parted curtains, light danced across their entwined forms. The warmth of the sun's kisses nudged him awake, but he remained still, not wanting to disturb the peaceful slumber of his partners.
Slowly, so as not to wake the sleeping beauties, he swung his legs out of the bed and rose with a quiet grace that betrayed his recent exertions. He padded barefoot across the plush carpet, leaving the sanctuary of the bedroom in search of a much-needed shower.
When he emerged, feeling reinvigorated, he donned a luxurious robe toweling the last drops of water from his dark, slick hair. In the mirror, his reflection stared back at him, revealing a sated but haggard man. He splashed cold water on his face, shocking himself awake, before dabbing it with a thick towel.
Dressing with practiced ease, Lorenzo donned a crisp suit, the fabric a second skin. His hands moved deftly, the motions ingrained in muscle memory after years of adhering to the strict dress code in his previous life. He paused, adjusting the Windsor knot of his tie, ensuring it sat perfectly.
His gaze returned to the bed where his lovers still slumbered, their nude forms now decently covered by the silk sheets.
Before Lorenzo could cross the threshold, a soft yawn and the sound of rustling sheets stole his attention. He turned to find his gaze meeting Deborah's sleep-heavy eyes. She scanned the bed for any signs of him and, upon failing to find him, her naked form emerged from the tangle of silk.
"Why didn't you wake me up?" she pouted, her expression an adorable mix of yawn and annoyance. "I would've helped you prepare." Her lack of modesty was both amusing and arousing, but he smiled and caressed her messy locks.
"I didn't want to wake you from your beauty sleep, my love." His words were met with a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts.
"You know I wouldn't be mad even if you did," she said, standing on her tiptoes to press her lips to his. He savored the taste of her, the remnants of their passionate evening still lingering between them.
Reluctantly, he pulled away, duty weighing on his mind. "You should freshen up. Join us for breakfast, alright?"
Deborah nodded, her eyes lingering on the still-sleeping Mica, a tangle of limbs and sheets. "Of course." A playful smirk danced on her lips. "I'll let Sleeping Beauty here know that the prince has already left for his royal duties."
Lorenzo chuckled, shaking his head fondly at the two of them. "Very well, Cinderella. Don't be too hard on her."
With one last shared smile, he finally stepped out of the room, the heavy oak door shutting behind gently.
With a playful grin, Deborah peeled back the blanket that enveloped Mica's naked form, revealing her bare bottom. "Hey, princess," she cooed, her hand already in the air. "Time to wake up!" A resounding smack echoed through the room.
Mica groaned, her eyelids fluttering open, only to snap shut again. "Ugh, not yet," she mumbled into the pillow.
But Deborah wouldn't have any of it. "Come on, Sleeping Beauty," she teased, her hand poised to deliver another strike. "The prince already left for his royal duties, and he's not too happy that you're late for the ball, I mean, breakfast."
With a flamboyant huff, Mica sat up, rubbing her sore behind. "Fine, fine," she mumbled, her eyes adjusting to the light. "I overslept because of our intense... you know..."
Both women shared a giggle before Deborah offered her a hand. "Up, sleepyhead. Time for our 'beauty' routine."
After a quick shower, Deborah and Mica emerged from the bathroom, hair damp and faces freshly scrubbed. They wrapped themselves in plush robes before slipping into their clothes. Deborah opted for a flowy sundress that accentuated her curves, while Mica went for a more androgynous button-down shirt and pants.
The scent of a delicious breakfast wafted through the dining room as they joined the table. Lorenzo sat at the head, flanked by his trusted inner circle: Adam, whose girlfriend Tiffany was on his arm; Max, Julius, and Mike.
Lorenzo gestured for Deborah to sit beside him, while Mica took a seat just near them. The room buzzed with conversation, the scent of food almost drowned out by their conversation and laughter.
As they enjoyed their hearty breakfast, the conversation shifted towards business. Lorenzo prodded Adam and Max, "So, have you two finally managed to sort out the paperwork to seize Mickey Cohen's properties?" He cut a juicy piece of steak and popped it into his mouth, watching his subordinates closely.
Adam nodded, a smug grin curving his lips. "That's right, boss. I'd say it's about time you, as the boss, should move into Mickey Cohen's grand mansion."
Max agreed with a firm nod, "Yeah, it's only fitting."
Lorenzo, however, shook his head, "Absolutely not. That mansion, I'll give it to you two and the others."
"But boss," Max started to protest, but Lorenzo held up his hand.
"No arguments. I don't want to attract too much attention as a businessman in this city, do I? This mansion here is more than enough for me." He gestured around the dining room. "Besides, we can use the Mickey Cohen mansion in Melrose Avenue as another one of our hideouts. It's settled, no more discussion."
Adam and Max exchanged glances, knowing better than to argue any further with their boss. "Alright, boss," Adam submitted with a sigh.
"Great," Lorenzo said, refocusing on his food. "Now, let's enjoy the rest of our meal, shall we?"
The conversation returned to lighter topics as they finished their breakfast, but the undercurrents of power and influence still lingered in the air.
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With the paintings he had stolen from war-torn Europe, Lorenzo had them appraised and donated them to a local museum, the hefty tax write-offs benefiting his businesses greatly. His business thrived, expanding across Los Angeles at an impressive rate. However, there was one thorn in his side: Leland Monroe.
Leland, a dirty businessman, had previously been under the protection of the Cohen Crime Syndicate. But now that Lorenzo had taken over, Monroe was no longer untouchable—especially with the mayor and LAPD chief in his pocket. Still, the old man proved to be more stubborn than anticipated.
Growing tired of Monroe's refusal to bend the knee, Lorenzo knew it was time to use the incriminating evidence he'd gathered against the man. To his surprise, Leland attempted to flee Los Angeles with his belongings and money, but a congressman betrayed him at the last second. Capitalizing on the opportunity, Lorenzo had his men capture Leland silently.
Now, the stage was set for a long overdue chat, and Lorenzo relished the thought of finally teaching Leland Monroe a lesson in respect.
Bound and gagged, Leland Monroe squirmed in his chair as he was interrogated in the dank basement of Boyle Heights apartment complex. Sweat trickled down his wrinkled brow as he tried to withstand the pressure, but in the end, he cracked under the relentless questioning.
Upstairs, Adam debriefed Lorenzo on the information they'd extracted. "Boss, Leland's been receiving help from a guy in Las Vegas, Hyman Roth."
Lorenzo's eyebrows arched, clearly surprised by the name. "I see," he mused. "Keep me posted, and see if you can get anything else out of the old codger."
Adam nodded and left the room, leaving Lorenzo to stew on this newfound information. Hyman Roth was not a man to be trifled with, but neither was he. The game of power and influence was about to take a new turn, and Lorenzo was more than ready for the challenge.
***
In the heart of Los Angeles's Downtown, the normally bustling streets were thrown into chaos as the sound of gunshots echoed through the buildings. Civilians ran for their lives, seeking any semblance of safety from the erupting warfare. This wasn't the first time they'd seen such violence, but it was the most intense.
The Third Street Gang and the Diamond Street Gang, sworn enemies for as long as anyone could remember, had put aside their differences to face a greater threat: the Raven Corps.
This security company, a front for Lorenzo's gang, "Wolf Familia," was taking over the city one block at a time, leaving no room for the smaller gangs to breathe.
Dressed in sharp suits and fedoras, the Raven Corps operatives stood their ground against the two gangs, their movements akin to a well-oiled machine. It was clear they were more than just mere security guards—these men were highly trained, and it showed in the way they expertly evaded bullets and dealt lethal counter-blows.
The Third Street and Diamond Street gang members were no pushovers themselves, but they were outmatched. Desperation etched into their faces, they continued to fight, unwilling to bow down to the new tyrants of the criminal underworld in the city.
Bang! Bang!
A Mexican gangster, face contorted with anger, cursed at the men of the Raven Corps. "Fucking damn it. These Raven Corps bastards are tough!" He shouted, spraying bullets wildly as he took cover.
Other gang members, equally frustrated, yelled, "We have to retreat! We're no match for these guys!"
However, not everyone was ready to give up. "No! We can't just back down! This is our turf, dammit! We have to show them who we are!" The defiant cries were met with shouts of agreement from some of the remaining gang members, their pride unwilling to let them surrender so easily.
But the Raven Corps operatives were unfazed, their training and discipline evident in their composed demeanor. They continued to advance, their aim precise and calculated as they picked off the gangsters one by one, even as the remaining thugs tried to put up a fight.
The wailing of police sirens filled the air, signaling the imminent arrival of the authorities. "Shit, it's the cops!" A gang member yelled, his voice tinged with panic. "We're screwed if we stay here! Let's get outta here!"
Reluctantly, the remaining thugs began to retreat, under a barrage of cover fire to buy them precious seconds. "Damn it!" One of them spat on the ground, glaring at the Raven Corps operatives. "This isn't over, Raven scum! We'll be back for you!"
The Raven Corps operatives didn't respond, maintaining their professional demeanor even as the gang members disappeared into the labyrinthine alleyways.
The police finally arrived on the scene, sirens blaring, but by then, most of the thugs had already escaped, leaving behind only a few unlucky stragglers who were apprehended by the Raven Corps operatives. Officer Clyde Hart, surveyed the chaotic scene with a deep gaze. In his opinion, the Raven Corps were no better than the thugs they apprehended, but even he knew better than to voice such thoughts aloud. The Raven Corps had powerful backers, even within the LAPD's higher echelons.
Clyde reluctantly began taking statements from the Raven Corps operatives. It turned out that the Third Street Gang and Diamond Street Gang had been planning to rob a jewelry store under the protection of the Raven Corps, which led to the shootout. The other officers on the scene, who shared Clyde's disdain for the vigilante-like group, still couldn't find any solid ground to pin the blame on the Raven Corps.
As Clyde watched the Raven Corps operatives leave the scene, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of his stomach.
The civilians, as usual, were singing praises for the Raven Corps, oblivious to the precarious line they were treading by supporting a group of armed mercenaries who answered to no one but themselves.
It was only a matter of time before the Raven Corps stopped pretending to be the heroes they claimed to be, and the residents of Los Angeles would come to regret their decision to welcome them with open arms.
***
Meanwhile, Adam discreetly slid a sealed envelope onto his boss's desk. "Another letter from Sicily, boss," he said, his voice low and respectful.
Lorenzo's eyes lit up as he recognized the familiar handwriting on the envelope. It was from Apollonia.
He opened the letter with eager fingers, his heart aching with longing as he read about their daughter's latest milestones.
A small, proud smile curved his lips as he looked at the photo of his daughter, who had just turned one year old. The resemblance to her mother was unmistakable, but Lorenzo could already see glimpses of himself in her eyes.
As he folded the letter and tucked it away with the others, he couldn't help but feel a pang of longing. He wanted nothing more than to drop everything and rush to Sicily to embrace his daughter. But he knew he couldn't afford to be careless, not yet. The Los Angeles Familia and the looming threat of the McAfee Syndicate in Las Vegas were still very real dangers.
Comments
Banana19
Hope he brings in Appolonia to LA soon. His Army credentials can be used for traveling because currently traveling between Europe and NA is restricted.
Ok Ko
GREAT CHAPTER 👍
Zodiac
Thanks for the chapter 😁😁
