Talia’s POV
I made my way to the same spot where I met John for the first time after Lorenzo let him go. The fat man sitting on the Wrangler jeep was an ever-present sight and he merely gave me a nod as I walked past him, not bothering to acknowledge his greeting.
The past couple of days have been torture. I could barely sleep or eat and despite my best attempts to mask my messed up emotions, the cracks were starting to show and that didn’t bode well for me considering everything that was going on.
Lorenzo never mentioned it but nowhere felt safe in the house anymore, not even in the comfort of my bedroom. I could always feel his eyes on me even when he wasn’t home. The knowledge of hidden CCTV cameras around the house had sent me into panic mode and I was reluctant to do anything tha
