Under His protection

Vincent presses the cold rim of the gun on Lorenzo's skull, finger teasing the trigger. Recognizing him doubled his anger, "Why do you dare go against me, Lorenzo? Your answer shall determine if you live or die today."

Lorenzo sucks in a sharp breath. Feeling the cool air on his bruised, battered face was less than pleasant. His eyelids barely hung halfway open

His dislocated jaws hurt so much as he struggled to make a sentence, knowing well what Vincent was capable of… familiarity or none. After all, he had murdered his father without regret.

Still, he risked answering a question with another. He desperately needed to confirm it, "In what way have…. I…. gone against you, Lord V…vincent?" His voice is barely comprehendible.

He grits his teeth so hard with loathe that blood poured from his gums, "I only came here to finish my business."

Vincent presses the gun even harder against his head. "You do know, I have a very thin tolerance for bullshit, Lorenzo."

There is a brief moment of sil