CHAPTER TWENTY.
AMBER KITCHEN.
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Lorenzo was nothing like Luciano had described him to be. Luciano had plainly stated, "The day you encounter him. . .I want you to know that you encountered the devil." But then, the Lorenzo that was preparing breakfast at my front was nowhere next to the devil. It made me wonder if there was another person by the same name.
I was sitting on a stool around the island in the kitchen, which was somewhere no one would have ever caught me sitting on, if not that Lorenzo had been the one to knock on my door in the early morning whilst I slept. He asked if I was down for a sweet breakfast, and for some reason, I told him I was. Those words were the first words we both shared, because last night Ricardo had suddenly shot him in the arm, so he was in e
