Lorenzo's POV
I'm wide awake. I've not slept a wink since last night. Sleep proved to be an impossible task in situations like this. I kept pacing and nearly destroyed everything breakable in sight inside my study, but it still wasn't enough.
I needed to hurt someone. I needed to feel those fuckers' blood on my hands.
I couldn't focus, be calm, or stop the million thoughts running through my mind.
My father must be laughing and mocking me from his grave because I failed to do something as simple and easy as keeping my family safe and protecting the woman I had just married barely twenty-four hours ago.
He must think I'm a loser, a complete failure. A gutless, spineless, pathetically weak bastard who's nothing like him, someone out to destroy his legacy and all that he had
