Lorenzo's POV
The person on the other end of the door didn't wait for my permission before twisting the lock and pushing the door in.
Making his way into his study was no other person than Eddie who had a hand stuck in his pocket and a mocking smile playing on the side of his lips.
“I heard what happened.” He began.
Rolling my eyes to the back of his head, I plopped on my chair only to pull out a file, feigning to be busy.
“That's the least of my problems, you know.” Now resting his weight on the table, he spoke with a grave voice, “When did you become so caring that you risked your life for someone?” He huffed.
“You couldn't do that for your father even when you're fully aware you were the only one that could salvage the situation.” He slammed his fist against the table in an
