Lorenzo searched through all my belongings, and I have no doubt about what he found when I hear him enter the bedroom, his footsteps far too heavy.
“Looking for this, wifey?” he asks, holding my phone in his hand.
“Do not worry. This house has all the eyes and ears I need. Thank your father for the fact that I have not already locked you away with some of the other traitors. Apparently, he wants one final conversation with his daughter.”
I say nothing, so great is the disgust I feel for this side of Lorenzo.
Everyone warned me how cruel he would become if his anger ever turned against me, but knowing it in advance does nothing to lessen the pain.
His eyes are sunken, and his hands are wounded after he unleashed all the hatred consuming him on some object—or someone.
“No defense this
