114. Lorenzo
“That boy is chewing more than he can swallow,” I growled, my voice a low rumble that seemed to reverberate through the room.
My jaw tightened, the muscles straining under the pressure of my gritted teeth. Rage simmered beneath my skin, hot and relentless, like a fire that refused to be extinguished. My hands clenched into fists, nails biting into my palms as I struggled to contain the storm brewing within.
"I need to end him."
The words came out sharp and deliberate, leaving no room for doubt. My chest rose and fell in deep, uneven breaths, the fury within me impossible to mask. Anger wasn’t just an emotion—it was a living thing, coiled around my heart and searing through my veins.
Hugo stood across the room, a quiet tension hanging around him. He was calm, too calm, a
