<div style="text-align: justify;">Lorenzo kept watching Scarlett's every move. It seemed to be an inspection, more than actually watching her. He seemed to be very interested in picking up on the young woman's reactions to his words, almost as though he was trying to read her mind.<br/><br/>Having posed his question, though, Lorenzo now waited for Scarlett's words. <br/><br/>Her question made the man raise an eyebrow, but he didn't answer right away. He shook his head when Scarlett started poking further and demanded he told her the truth.<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath, Lorenzo nodded. "Very well. You asked for it", he murmured.<br/><br/>The man took a moment to light a cigarette and took a long drag before speaking, coldly.<br/><br/>"I do own a wide variety of businesses, as I said. Since you need to know, I will list them all for you. I run an Italian restaurant, even though it's in my mother's name and the profit goes to her, for her wants and needs. I own a lounge and casino. I own a brothel. And I run some drug dealing operations. As for the man, he was one of the guys who used to oversee my casino operations, and he thought - very unwisely - that he could double-cross me and take a few hundred dollars here and there and I would not notice. I invited him for dinner, and gave him a chance to come clean, but he chose to continue lying to me and I lost my temper. It was never my intention to kill him <span style="font-style: italic">there</span>", he finished, putting some emphasis on the word there.<br/><br/>Once he had finished speaking, Lorenzo looked into Scarlett's eyes. "Satisfied?", he asked, his expression undecipherable.</div>