After Ashley fell asleep, Lorenzo stepped out onto his private balcony with a bottle of whiskey, not bothering with a glass. He drank half of it straight from the bottle, but still felt no relief.
Quietly, he slipped back inside, careful not to wake the woman sleeping in his bed. She looked breathtaking. And yet, she couldn't be his. Nothing was ever truly his in this damn world. Even the boy he loved—would officially belong to someone else tomorrow.
He dug through his secret drawer until he found it. The black book. Flipping it open, he ticked off a name he planned to deal with tonight. Just then, Ashley stirred in her sleep. His heart skipped a beat, and guilt flooded his chest.
His jaw clenched. These people didn't deserve to live. He was doing the world a favor, purging it of one more piece of filth.
