Thorne’s P.O.V
The sound of a car screeching to a halt filled my ears, breaking through my train of thoughts on how to deal with the disrespectful woman who had called me a pedophile.
Hannah handed over the bag containing bagels to Enzo while I turned, hoping that it was the boss who was here. However, it was a black supercar and my heart sank down my stomach in disappointment.
I hoped that it was her so that I could confront her but since it wasn't her car, I was about to turn away when my heart turned cold in my chest and I froze. A man dressed in white pleated pants and a white t-shirt with a scarf hanging loosely around his neck came out of the car.
He removed his sunglasses, running his hands through his hair while I stared at him with my mouth parted slightly in shock. Because
