Brenda’s POV
As I sat on the chilly floor, still strapped to the metal chair, my head ached. The room's air was heavy and nearly toxic. The fact that Lorenzo was still alive, however, was the most painful thing.
And he was responsible for all of it.
I was still in disbelief.
Wearing a dark suit, he entered with a confident, clean-shaven demeanour, as if he dominated the world. He didn't resemble the broken man I had known years before.
He poured himself a drink from the little bar in the corner and remarked, "You still look surprised." "I suppose it was effective to pretend I was dead."
"Why?" I said. "Why return at this time? Why harm Tony?
Lorenzo's grin dimmed. "Because you picked him out."
I looked at him, perplexed.
"You abandoned me," he said queitly. "You fled from all we c
