237. Athena
From the moment Lorenzo came back to the mansion, he and Carlos had been at each other’s throats, ready to fight over nothing. Always looking for an excuse to argued, always pushing limits, testing boundaries like two stubborn wolves circling the same prey.
And that prey was me.
Things were getting bad and here I had thought that now that Javier and Laura were no more, things would be great. I was even crazy to think that Lorenzo would just accept my brother as if nothing had happened between them.
I was naive to think that with the fact that both of them were mafia and Carlos had lied to Lorenzo and infiltrated his camp.
When Lorenzo first walked in and saw Carlos sitting there, he didn’t hesitate—his fists clenched, his jaw tightened, his entire body coiled with the raw
