Lorenzo stomped down the stairs as though he was trying to level them into the ground. His face was fixed in a displeased frown with his lips pressed so tight they appeared to be just a line.
His mood was so foul and cold one could even imagine getting goosebumps when he walked by.
Gabriel and Trick watched him from the kitchen doorway. They were barely visible but they had the perfect line of sight to watch Lorenzo reach the last step then head for his home office and slam the door hard behind him.
“I feel the need to remind him that he was the one who made the decision,” Gabriel murmured quietly.
Trick gave him a skeptical look. “Do it at your own peril.”
Gabriel sighed with exasperation. “Well someone has to bring it to his attention that he made the bed and now he should sleep in
