~Lorenzo POV~
I left Carmen’s apartment feeling empty. I got in my car and headed straight to Victor’s private hanger on Long Island. The flight to Argentina was still on schedule for 5 PM, and by the GPS, I was cutting it close. I already had my luggage in the car, so I figured if I did not hit any traffic, I would make it just in time for take off. Not that leaving without me was even an option given I was the lead in this little operation. Being on time was more for optics than anything else just as being late was more of a black eye against the newer, more responsible and improved me. I could very well imagine that my whereabouts and my arrival time was being tracked and would go straight back to Victor.
After what I just went through with Carmen, I could give a f**k about being a b
