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Lorenzo

As soon as Eva left, I slammed my fist against the wall, feeling the anger boil over inside me. "ARGH!" I yelled, my voice echoing off the walls. I paced back and forth, trying to contain my rage. How could this have happened to her?

I kicked a chair across the room, feeling a surge of frustration. I should have done something to protect her. I should have seen this coming. "How could I have been so blind?" I whispered, my voice hoarse with anger.

Pounding my fist on the desk, I felt the pain shoot through my hand. But it wasn't enough. I needed to vent more, to release this pent-up fury. I growled until my throat itched, until my fists were bruised and bleeding. I vented my frustration, my helplessness, my rage.

Finally, exhausted, I collapsed into my chair, my chest heaving. I grabbed my phone and dialed the police station's number, my anger still simmering. When they answered, I didn't waste time on pleasantries. "This is Alpha Lorenzo. I want you to find Sophia, the scamme