*Lorenzo's POV*
I hardly slept for the last two nights. This was torture. I should know, I had tortured enough people myself to know the pain that I inflicted on them. I couldn't eat and I was walking around with a face of thunder. Luckily, everything else seemed to be going to plan. The shipment from Russia would be here in the next few days and the coke was moving well. Richard was doing a good job picking up the slack from me being unable to concentrate on anything. Whatever I paid that guy, he deserved a raise. Although this seemed to be how my life always went. Everything I touch turns to gold. Not to sound big headed, it is just how the world works for me. The only thing that wasn't going my way was the thing, whatever it is, with my little girl. Maybe that was why I was taking it s
