Chapter 6 - BLOOD IN THE WATER
The Vanes retaliated fiercely. Three of Lorenzo’s warehouses were torched on the South Side. The violence was escalating, and Celeste sent a message: a blood-soaked wedding veil delivered to the front desk of the Moretti Tower.
Lorenzo was a force of terrifying rage. He commanded his lieutenants with ruthless precision, wiping out Vane supply lines and bribing the police commissioner to look the other way. But amidst the bloodshed, his focus always returned to the penthouse. To Evelyn.
She had become his strategist, his confidante. She shed her cheap uniform for tailored clothes his men brought in. She looked less like a victim and more like a queen. One evening, as sirens wailed in the distance, Lorenzo poured her another drink.
"They know I have you," Lorenzo said, his voice low. "Celeste realizes the waitress wasn't collateral damage. She knows you saved me."
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"Then let them come," Evelyn replied coldly, surprising herself with her own ruthlessness. "We have them financially bled dry. Tomorrow, the union bosses turn on the Vanes because their payroll checks will bounce. I made sure of it."
Lorenzo reached out, his knuckles grazing her cheek. "You were meant for this world, Evelyn."
