*Lorenzo's POV*
I threw my phone against the wall of my office, the stupid thing shattering to pieces. My chest rose and fell drastically with my searing anger. How could this be happening? There was no way that 'Francisco' Romano was smart enough to do all this without some form of help. He has been on fire, literally. He stole all my drugs from the warehouse, killing all my men including Pablo and burning the place to the ground, smiling into the f*****g camera like he was on a TV show. He has some how manged to take over three of my money laundering businesses, cutting me off from my own f*****g money, and three of the girls for Lotus have left to go and work at the Pink f*****g flamingo.
He had to have a mole. He had to have managed to turn one of my own men against me. I picked up
