Genevieve's POV
He groaned in pain as his gun fell from his hand. He clutched his forearm as I stepped away from him, walking over to Mom and Noah.
I heard the purposeful footfalls of someone entering the living room. I watched in anticipation as Lorenzo casually strode into the room with a gun, his piercing green gaze skimming over us, assessing our state.
Alessio and his men trailed behind him with their guns.
"Lorenzo?" I said.
"Are you all okay?" he questioned calmly.
Oh thank God.
The burglars were still writhing and groaning in pain on the living room floor.
"Yes," Mom sighed in relief, still holding a crying Noah to her chest.
Lorenzo's gaze fell on Noah. "What happened to him?" he questioned with a frown.
"He pushed my mom and Noah down. He hurt his
