Chapter 3 - The Reflection
A medium cinematic shot captured the intense, breathless composition.
Lorenzo completely bypassed the arrogance of his immense wealth and terrifying power. He slowly, deliberately crouched down on the polished marble floor in his expensive black tuxedo, bringing himself perfectly to the little girls' eye level.
Emma instinctively pulled the twins tighter against her legs, absolutely terrified.
Lorenzo reached out with a trembling, calloused hand. He gently, incredibly softly, touched Lily’s tiny chin, tilting her face up to the crystal chandeliers.
He stared deeply into the little girl’s face. He saw the exact shape of his own jawline. He saw his own dark, unmistakable, piercing grey eyes staring innocently back at him.
The terrifying, untouchable mafia king was completely, utterly paralyzed.
Victoria stood behind him, her cruel smirk beginning to falter as she realized Lorenzo was completely captivated by the children. The wealthy guests watched in stunned, absolute silence.
Lily didn't shrink away from his calloused hand. She looked up at the intimidating, scarred man, completely unafraid of the apex predator kneeling in front of her.
She tugged gently on her mother’s sparkling champagne dress.
May you like
"Mommy," Lily asked innocently, her tiny voice carrying clearly over the silent ballroom. "Why is that man staring?"
👉 How will the breathless mafia boss confront the mathematical truth?
