**Lorenzo's POV**
Phoebe passed out on the drive to the doctor's office. I held her tight and prayed that she would live. The demons inside were stirring, wanting, needing to do unspeakable things to the people that caused her harm. I know she wouldn't want me to give into the temptation, she wants me to resist that lifestyle, but in this case I can't. I can't let them get away with this. Even if I leave the Mafia, people would see me as weak and would come after me again. Leaving the lifestyle doesn't change who you are. I am Lorenzo Mancini, Italian Mafia Don. That is in my blood.
We arrived to the building and went to the side where the underground garage is. A guard was posted and he tried to make us stop. I rolled down the window and when he saw my face, he flinched, bowed his head
