Armed men . . . what the fuck is happening?
Where is he taking me?
“Welcome home.”
My stomach drops. “Youlive here?” I whisper, unable to stop myself.
Lorenzo looks out at the mansion like it’s just another tool. “I ownhere.”
The car glides up the circular driveway. Stone lions flank the stairs. Windows stretch wide across the facade. It looks like a palace built for a king with an anger management problem.
We pull to a stop.
I stay frozen. Lorenzo doesn’t.
He opens his door and climbs out, then leans back in, eyes glinting with amusement.
“Come on.” He gestures to the estate. “It’s time to see your new home.”
There’s that word again . . . It feels like a punch to the gut.
I step out on shaking legs.
Lorenzo stands beside me, shoulders broad. He’s watching me take in the estate. Is he enjoying this? It’s hard to tell, but my guess is yes.
Fear curls low in my stomach, but I don’t let any emotions play out over my features, even though I feel like I’ve been thrown into the ocean and can’t swim.
His brows furrow as he studies my face. “What are you thinking?”
“That’s none of your business,” I fire back, and the bastard smirks.
“Everything you think is my business.”
I cross my hands in front of my chest. “I’m not yours.”
“You keep saying that like it matters.”
“I mean it.”
He steps closer; his steps are slow and deliberate.
A predator bored enough to toy with its prey.
“Lorenzo—stop.”
He pauses and tilts his head. But it’s his smile that shakes me to the core. He’s enjoying this.
Finally, after he appraises me for a few more moments, he gestures toward the mansion doors. “Inside.”
The air shifts as we walk in, and he leads me through the front hall. My breath actually leaves my body when I look around. This place is incredible. With vaulted ceilings and marble floors. It must have cost a fortune. How can he afford this?
Memories slam into me in waves of the boy Lorenzo used to be. Then the vision fades and morphs into the man Lorenzo is now.
Scary as hell.
I stop at the base of the staircase. “We’re not sharing a room.”
He glances down at me, one brow lifting. “Of course not.”
