Lorenzo's POV
I stormed out of my house in the morning and did nothing but walk the streets all day. I had breakfast at an eatery and I did the same for lunch.
As I strolled, I thought about yesterday. I still couldn't believe that Dante would think that I would purposely take a bomb to his pack.
We were good friends back in college and he knew that I would very hurt a fly.
I still couldn't get the image of his angry face out of my head. The way his eyes glistened with hate as he looked at Erica and me together. Did he think that I would actually hurt her?
Despite everything that she did for me that day, it was already evident that my heart wasn't with her. I appreciated everything that she did for me but I didn't feel love for her anymore.
It was glaring for the time she kissed me
