Chapter 85 Lorenzo

• I sat in my study, empty bottles of bourbon and whiskey lined up on my table while I stared into space. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't eat, I couldn't work and so I locked myself up in here until I got my shit together. Which obviously has not been successful, I kept replayng everything in my head, the death of Ben , the death of Declan, the death of Margot. I had used my own hands to kill my own family and now I knew there wasn't any form of redemption for me, I was a lost soul. All that killing was finally taking a toll in me. I had ignored it all before, burying myself in work and switching off any kind of emotion I was meant to feel. I did all that so I couldn't get buried in the sinking hole of the people that have died by my hand. All the demons I had kept at bay came swarming in, all the voices haunting me.
• "No, he died because of you. He died protecting you Lorenzo so this wasn't my fault, it was yours."
• "Listen to yourself. How could I understand you killing my fiancee. The worst part is that you didn't even fucking care. You just killed him and then you're like oops sorry guys that was a fucking mistake."