ISLA
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Three days.
That was how long I had been avoiding Lorenzo. Avoiding everyone.
I’d stayed in my room, refusing to eat with him, see him, or even breathe in the same space as he was. After I’d almost let myself melt under the same man I’d sworn to hate, I realized the best way to keep my head screwed on straight was to avoid him.
Well, I was avoiding everyone. I still hadn’t returned to school. I tried my best not to run into any of Lorenzo’s men. Romano, Ricardo, Greg, and everyone else. I did end up running into some of them while I went down for something to eat but I didn’t see Lorenzo’s face in three days.
That didn’t mean I didn’t hear him though. Every sound of his voice in the hall made my pulse race. It reminded me of when he asked if I still hated him. Every step of
