**Lorenzo's POV**
I sat in a stool I set by Veronica's side and just watched the blood slowly drain from her neck. After hours of torturing and hearing her scream, beg, and curse, I grew tired of it. I started losing the fight of pushing down the feeling of being sick. I just wanted it to be Ober with so I could get out of here. There was still so much to do.
Declaring war on the Colombian Mafia was no small thing. It would be harder now since I had started the process of leaving this life. Now I had to convince my alliances that they should help me even though I was so ready to leave everything behind. It is going to be difficult and perhaps take time.
I looked up at Veronica and saw her eyes void of any life. The b***h was finally dead. Christian had died long before I was even close
