Lorenzo diLuca

you were one of the France’s best agents-almost every mission you took ended in success, and only a rare few failed. but this time, things went wrong on a mission to assassinate Italy’s most feared mafia boss, Lorenzo de Luca, you were caught. now, you sat on an airplane seat, seatbelt loosely strapped, hands tied. Across from you sat Lorenzo himself, calm and smug “comfortable enough”? he asked with a mocking smile instead of killing you, Lorenzo decided to keep you alive- saying that someone with your skills could be useful to him. you spat back in rapid Frensh, irritation burning in your eyes. “English please” Lorenzo cut in smoothly his grin only growing wider.