UNDER HIS SHADOW
Synopsis
If someone greeted you, you better greet them back🤡
Born into poverty, raised in a house of pain.
His own father sold him away like he was nothing more than trash, just for a handful of money… all because he was beautiful, fragile, small, and easy to break.
He survived years of hell, ran away in his twenties, worked every job just to breathe.
Delivering pizzas and food day and night, earning every penny to buy his own freedom, to own himself again.
He was soft on the outside, but his soul had long turned dark, twisted by every scar his father left behind.
One ordinary delivery changed everything.
Sent to an abandoned warehouse to bring food to a group of rough-looking men, he was about to leave when screams tore through the air.
Curiosity pulled him inside… and he saw it all:
The feared, ruthless Mafia Underlord, a man everyone feared, a name whispered like a curse.
The man everyone bowed to, the man everyone called a monster.
There, he watched Lorenzo’s men torture a man… and realized who it was.
And there, bleeding and broken at his feet… was the man who ruined his life.
The man he hated more than anything in this world.
When it was over, he stepped forward.
He tilted his head, voice low, steady, almost eager.
Kian Lawley, MC
Did you kill him?
Kian Lawley, MC
Did you really kill him?
Kian Lawley, MC
DID YOU FUCKIN’ KILL MY FATHER, LORENZO?!
Lorenzo only stared, cold and silent, confirming it without a word.
Head thrown back, loud, wild, maniacal laughter that bounced off the cold walls.
He laughed until tears streamed down his face, until his chest hurt, until he felt more alive than he ever had before.
And he didn’t even have to dirty his own hands.
He stepped closer, eyes glowing with dark, twisted joy, and whispered the words that sealed both their fates forever.
Kian Lawley, MC
Fuck… you killed the man who I hated the most.
Kian Lawley, MC
I waited years for him to die.
Kian Lawley, MC
AND YOU DID IT!
Kian Lawley, MC
My life is yours to own~
BLACK FLAG • 🏴
Lorenzo Mendezene Duez: Cold, ruthless, possessive.
Takes what he wants, destroys what he hates.
A monster in every sense.
Known as "ZONE"
RED FLAG •🚩
Kian Lawley: Soft-looking, broken, fragile… but twisted, empty, and hungry.
The only person who ever looked at Lorenzo’s violence and said thank you.
It’s a debt that can never be repaid.
And a monster who just found the only thing he’ll ever refuse to let go of.
I don't wanna put pictures 'cause I know how fcking time taking is that, but I'll put some🤡
The Debt Begins
The warehouse smelled of iron, gunpowder, and stale rain.
Rain pattered against the rusted metal roof, a soft, steady rhythm that felt almost peaceful.
***If you ignored the heavy silence hanging in the air, broken only by the faint, ragged gasp of a dying man***
Kian stood just inside the cracked double doors, his delivery bag still slung over one shoulder.
He’d taken an order where he was told to give it to an old warehouse, which he was standing now.
At twenty-two, he was small, thin, with soft features and big, doe-like eyes.
The kind of face that made people underestimate him, the kind that made strangers think he was easy to push around, easy to break easy to use.
He stood perfectly still, bare feet light on the cold concrete, his heart not racing, not pounding.
His gaze was fixed on the center of the room.
There, kneeling in a spreading pool of dark, thick blood, was a man.
Old, scarred, face twisted in pain and fear, hands bound tight behind his back.
And standing over him… was Lorenzo.
Everyone knew who Lorenzo was.
The name alone made grown men flinch.
He was the head of the most powerful crime family in the city.
Tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in black, a gun loose in one hand, his face set in that blank, terrifying calm that meant he was already done caring.
People called him a monster.
People crossed the street just to avoid being in his shadow.
Lorenzo didn’t even glance at Kian.
His attention was entirely on the man bleeding at his feet.
Luiz Lawley, MC's Father
Please...
The man gasped, voice wet and broken.
Luiz Lawley, MC's Father
Lorenzo… I have money… I have connections… anything— *Shuttering hard*
He raised the gun, slow and steady, and pulled the trigger.
The sound echoed so loud it made the walls hum.
The man slumped forward, motionless.
And then, Kian stepped forward.
He walked straight into the blood-slicked space, his eyes locked on the body, on Lorenzo, bright and wide and burning with something no one had ever seen before.
He stopped right in front of Lorenzo, close enough to smell the gun smoke on his clothes.
His voice was low, steady, terrifyingly clear.
Kian Lawley, MC
Did you kill him?
Lorenzo finally looked at him.
His dark eyes were cold, unreadable, bored even.
He opened his mouth, about to tell the boy to get out before he ended up dead too, but Kian spoke again, louder, sharper, every word like a blade.
Kian Lawley, MC
Did you really kill him?
He tilted his head, lips parting, and the third question tore out of him, raw and wild and alive.
Kian Lawley, MC
DID YOU FUCKIN’ KILL MY FATHER, LORENZO?!
Lorenzo Mendezene Duez, ML
*Stared at him, slowly lowering the gun*
Lorenzo Mendezene Duez, ML
*Gave a small, sharp nod*
One single motion that said yes.
Kian Lawley, MC
*Threw his head back and laughed*
It started soft, then rose — loud, wild, maniacal laughter that bounced off the cold concrete walls, that filled every corner of the dark warehouse.
He laughed until tears streamed down his pale cheeks, until his chest ached, until his knees almost gave out.
He laughed like he’d just been given the greatest gift in the world.
For years, that man had sold him.
Left him scarred and alone in a world that didn’t care.
Kian had prayed every night, every single day, for him to die.
And now… the devil was dead.
And he hadn’t even had to dirty his own hands.
He slowly lowered his head, eyes shining bright and unhinged, glowing with dark, twisted joy.
He stepped closer, so close their bodies almost touched, and smiled, soft, sweet, and completely mad.
He reached out, small fingers brushing lightly against Lorenzo’s chest, right over his heart, and whispered the words that sealed everything between them forever.
Kian Lawley, MC
Fuck… you killed the devil for me.
Kian Lawley, MC
Now you owe me for it.
He just looked down at the boy in front of him — this fragile-looking thing who wasn’t afraid, who didn’t mourn, who thanked him with madness in his eyes.
No one had ever looked at Lorenzo’s violence and said thank you.
No one had ever dared to stand here, in the blood and the dark, and tell him he owed them something.
Something that would never let go.
Lorenzo Mendezene Duez, ML
*Lips curled into a slow, dangerous smile*
Lorenzo Mendezene Duez, ML
Owe you?
He repeated, voice deep and rough, like he liked the sound of it.
Lorenzo Mendezene Duez, ML
And what exactly do you think I owe you, little one?
Kian Lawley, MC
*Smiled wider, eyes glowing brighter, and leaned in until his breath warmed Lorenzo’s ear*
Kian Lawley, MC
Everything.
The Price of a Life
SPREAD AWARENESS OF NO TO BULLYING 🙃🔪😇
PEOPLE SHOULD STOP BULLYING OTHERS WITHOUT KNOWING THE PERSON'S FEELINGS
The air in the warehouse still smelled of blood, gunpowder, and rain, thick and heavy enough to taste.
He stayed pressed close to Lorenzo, small hand still resting over the man’s heart, his smile never wavering — bright, unhinged, and utterly fearless.
Lorenzo looked down at him, those dark, cold eyes scanning every inch of Kian’s face.
He was used to people trembling in his presence, to them begging, running, or begging for their lives.
Lorenzo Mendezene Duez, ML
💭 This boy… this fragile-looking thing with soft features and eyes that burned like embers… was the first person to ever stand here and demand something from me
Lorenzo Mendezene Duez, ML
Everything?
Lorenzo repeated, his voice low, rough, dripping with danger.
He took a slow step forward, forcing Kian to step back until his back hit the cold metal wall.
He leaned in, one hand slamming against the wall beside Kian’s head, trapping him in.
Lorenzo Mendezene Duez, ML
You think because I put a bullet in your piece-of-shit father, you get to own me?
Lorenzo Mendezene Duez, ML
You think you get to make demands of me?
Most people would have crumbled.
Most people would have been sobbing by now.
Soft, breathless, that same mad sound from before.
He tilted his head, looking up at Lorenzo like he was the most interesting thing in the world.
Like he wasn’t pinned between a wall and one of the deadliest men in the city.
Kian Lawley, MC
I don’t think. *Whisper, fingers curling lightly into the fabric of Lorenzo’s black coat, right over his chest*
Kian Lawley, MC
You killed the devil.
Kian Lawley, MC
You took away the only thing that ever haunted me, the only thing that ever hurt me.
Kian Lawley, MC
You gave me freedom, Lorenzo.
Kian Lawley, MC
You gave me peace... And nothing in this world is free.
His voice dropped, sweet and sharp as a blade.
Kian Lawley, MC
Every favor has a price.
Kian Lawley, MC
Every gift must be repaid.
Kian Lawley, MC
You didn’t just kill a man… you killed my monster.
Kian Lawley, MC
That makes this your debt to carry.
Kian Lawley, MC
And debts… they always get paid back. One way or another.
Lorenzo stared at him, silent for a long moment.
He could snap Kian’s neck right now.
He could leave him here with the body.
He could walk away and forget this ever happened.
Something in this boy’s eyes.
That emptiness, that hunger, that twisted gratitude.
Hooked into something dark inside Lorenzo himself.
For years, he had been surrounded by liars, thieves, people who wanted his money or his power.
No one had ever looked at his violence and called it a blessing.
No one had ever looked at him and seen something to be thankful for.
A slow, wicked smile spread across Lorenzo’s face, the kind that made even his own men shake.
Lorenzo Mendezene Duez, ML
*Leaned closer, his mouth right against Kian’s ear, his voice low and dark and possessive*
Lorenzo Mendezene Duez, ML
You want me to owe you, little one? Fine. I’ll play your game.
He pulled back just enough to look Kian in the eyes, his hand sliding from the wall to wrap around Kian’s throat.
Not tight enough to hurt, but enough to claim. To hold.
Lorenzo Mendezene Duez, ML
But let me make one thing clear.
Lorenzo’s thumb brushed lightly over Kian’s jaw, a touch that was equal parts gentle and dangerous.
Lorenzo Mendezene Duez, ML
I don’t give everything to anyone. But if this is a debt… then you belong to me just as much as I belong to you.
Lorenzo Mendezene Duez, ML
You want to collect? Then you stay close. You follow me.
Lorenzo Mendezene Duez, ML
You see every dark thing I do, every drop of blood I spill. And you don’t get to run.
Lorenzo Mendezene Duez, ML
Because now… you’re mine.
Kian Lawley, MC
*Eyes lit up, brighter, wilder, filled with a terrifying kind of joy*
Kian Lawley, MC
*Leaned into his touch, like the hand around his throat was the safest place he’d ever been*
Kian purred, soft and twisted.
Kian Lawley, MC
Because that’s exactly what I wanted.
Kian Lawley, MC
*Reached up, small fingers wrapping around Lorenzo’s wrist, holding him there*
Kian Lawley, MC
Take me with you, then.
Kian Lawley, MC
Show me everything.
Kian Lawley, MC
Because you killed the devil for me, Lorenzo… and now?
Kian Lawley, MC
I’m never letting you go.
Lorenzo Mendezene Duez, ML
*Let out a short, dark laugh*
He pulled his hand away, but immediately took Kian’s hand in his own, grip firm and unbreakable.
He turned toward the warehouse doors, dragging Kian along with him, past the body, past the blood, out into the cold rain.
Lorenzo Mendezene Duez, ML
Come on then.
Lorenzo said, over his shoulder, voice rough and commanding.
Lorenzo Mendezene Duez, ML
We’re leaving.
Lorenzo Mendezene Duez, ML
And don’t you dare even think about disappearing.
Lorenzo Mendezene Duez, ML
Because if you do… I’ll find you.
Lorenzo Mendezene Duez, ML
And I’ll make sure you regret ever making me owe you anything.
Kian walked beside him, small steps matching his long strides, rain soaking through his thin clothes.
He looked up at Lorenzo’s broad back, at the man who had just become both his savior and his new master, and smiled to himself.
He had spent his whole life owned by a monster.
Now… he was tied to a new one. And this time?
This time, the monster belonged to him too.
Somewhere behind them, in the dark empty warehouse, the rain kept falling.
As far as I want to shorten this one, I just make it normal per episode.
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