ISLA
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Lorenzo’s office was the last place I wanted to be. I didn’t want to be around him. Being alone with him was even worse.
My bag was waiting for me on his desk. I was tempted to rush to grab it, but Lorenzo was already sitting down, his hand resting on the strap like it belonged to him.
“Close the door.”
I stared at him warily, but he didn’t say anything. Just stared right back at me. My tongue poked the inside of my cheek as I gave up and closed it, knowing we weren’t going to go any further if I didn’t listen to him.
“Sit.”
I did, only because arguing with him would be a waste of time. My eyes never left the bag though. It was valuable to me. It held things that reminded me of my family. “Can I get the bag now?”
“Impatient.” His mouth curved as he slid the bag toward me,
