LORENZO
Living a double life was exhausting.
But it was necessary.
If I was going to carry out my plan, then this was the only way.
I dragged my thumb slowly through the thin line of cocaine on the table, lifted it to my mouth and tasted the bitterness. Then I bent forward, pressed my nose to the white powder, shut my eyes and inhaled deeply, letting the Mexican snow claw its way into my skull.
Blackness. Quietness. Rage.
I felt all three. Craved all three. And had all three.
And then the thoughts came running back.
The first time mamma had taken me to the Aquarium.
The first time I'd seen Wills Thorne, one of my papà's men standing so close to my mammà.
I hadn't understood then.
By the time I was six, I understood.
The one time papà had been away for business, Wills Thorne had fucked mammà in our home.
