Chapter 37 Lorenzo

• I laid in my bed, a hand behind my head as I stared at the ceiling. I was thinking about what happened at that apartment some days ago. Benjamin Myers. It couldn't be him. Ben was dead, I watched him die so how was he alive. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.
• Everything was spiralling out of control. I haven't even figured out the first problem and now I had another issue on my plate. That psycho who called wasn't Ben. It couldn't be him, someone had used his name to get to me. But what about the phone call.
• The voice sounded so clear, It couldn't have been some recording. My mind flashbacked to some years ago when I had killed Tolrez and had just started the McLaren Mafia. I was on a killing spree then, the slightest sign of betrayal and I'd have the person dead. Ben was my best friend and Margot's boyfriend. He was my first right hand man. Things were so good then.