When grief is deepest, words are fewest. - Ann Voskamp

Lorenzo was a man of few words. All he talked about was business and his next targets that were going to be his latest victims soon.His words were as lethal as his weapons. People around have never saw him glance at anyone with  an ounce of kindness or pity, he glared at them or gave them looks that were as sharp as dagger and so cold and merciless  .His words were few and always like death sentence. Pleas of mercy have gone unheard and justifications were cut abruptly short of life. He ruled with iron fist and hawk eyes with no mercy. Nothing went unnoticed and no words went unheard by him. He was fair when it came to work. He paid everyone the fair price for the amount of work they did but that was the only kind act he was known for. He was notorious as the devil's child. He would have been blessed with that Adonis face.Some might have mistaken him as an angel due to his looks but his words didn't fool anyone.He might have been handsome and dashing but his heart was nothing short of ugly and hard as stone that wasn't moved by anything.He killed people with no remorse and no consideration . Human life might have been priceless but not for him. He was competent and had a vision. He could easily outsmart anyone be it the law enforcement or his rivals. He ran legitimate business but not every business was legitimate.drugs , illegal weaponry and anything that had the 'illegal' word attached to it, he was an expert for it's shipment. On top of that he was a lone shark too who forced people to pay him back through extortion.He  was a  notorious gambler who won through  unfair means as well as his own expertise , he was a well known name in match fixing.These were the list of few crimes among the ocean of the crimes he had committed.He was the most wanted in his own country as well as others . But it was nearly impossible to catch him because no one could get a single evidence and a single witness against him. He was untouchable, there was no information about his past. It was as if he came out of the darkness to invade light.He came with no weakness or rather many hidden weaknesses. 

Past: 

She was going  limp and lifeless in his arms. He had held her in his arms. She looked at him through her heavy eyelids that were drooping shut. She was slipping in and out of consciousness. "You need to stay awake." He was shouting at her while shaking her violently to keep her from falling asleep in his arms.

"Stay awake for me sweetheart,Please- Please don't close your eyes I am begging you . "She could see blurry outline of other people. They were rushing to the scene. She had raised her hand to his face . All she wanted to do was to touch him one last time but her arms were falling by her side. She had gone limp in his arms. He cradled her close to his chest, her blood had splattered on his shirt and his face. "Sophie - Sophie goddammit." He had cried out the moment she went limp in his arms. He refused to let her go. He wanted to hold on to her for whatever time they had left together. They had tried to take her away from him but he won't bulge. He had held her possessively in his arms and fought against them. A part of him thought they were trying to tear them apart.He had cupped her face in his arms and begged her to open her eyes, he had begged her to say his name one last time. All he wanted was to see her by his side and happy.His tears had fallen on her face too and it looked like they were weeping together. She was rushed to the hospital and straight to the emergency ward. For whatever time she had been in the ward those were the hardest hours of his life. He didn't know whether to cry or pray. His mind was in frenzy, his heart beating constantly because of how uncertain he was. The woman inside that ward was his whole fucking future .His whole life was taken away from him and nothing was going to change the fact.

That day he had walked out of that hospital as a complete different person.He had suffered enough and today was an end to his suffering and start of their disaster.

"I will find every single one of you. I will get my hands on  everyone of you. I will end every single one you." He had shouted those words as he had thrashed his whole house.Than he had set fire to everything that associated him and her. He had ended his pain and her memories. The only thing that he couldn't bring himself to destroy was that necklace that she gave him. He had clutched it in his bloody hands and broke down crying. His pain filled screams had moved throughout, he was a broken man. He was defeated but no more. He had walked out of the house that was filled with their memories. The smoke and fire consumed it and burned down everything that was there. That house was their safe heaven and it was their hell. It was the cage of their memories and he had set the memories free. He no longer wanted to be associated with them.

That night he stood on the bridge. He felt nothing and his eyes refused to let the pain out. It was only when he was ready to jump off someone had pulled him down to safety. He had looked at the kind face that was stricken with worry. That kind stranger had brought him back to life and to the only goal of his life that was revenge.

From tonight Aaron Cohen was no longer alive for Sophie Grace Beverly. He was alive for the purpose of revenge.He was going to create a storm of his own.

He looked at himself in the cracked mirror that was abounded with dust. There was no more sadness on his face but a look of detest. He detested the old him with a passion and it was about time that he bury Aaron and his past. "Hello Lorenzo."