Lorenzo's POV
The house arrest anklet dug into my skin, a constant reminder of how far I'd fallen. I sat in my apartment, staring at the four walls that had become my prison, and wondered how everything had gone so spectacularly wrong.
The ankle monitor beeped softly every few minutes, tracking my location, making sure I didn't try to run. As if I had anywhere to go. As if anyone would help me now.
My phone sat on the coffee table, silent. No calls from the Cruize brothers, they'd disappeared the moment the criminal charges were filed. No calls from Isabella? she'd vanished even faster. No calls from anyone except my lawyers, and even they sounded defeated.
"Mr. De Luca," my lead attorney had said during our last meeting. "I need you to understand the severity of your situation. The ev
