Talia’s POV
I spotted Lorenzo from where I was hiding behind one of the couches in the large room. There were a series of screams coming from every corner but I didn’t care about any of them now, not when Lorenzo was in the room, holding a gun.
I held my breath and shut my eyes as tightly as I could as I saw Lorenzo making his way over to where I was. He tapped me with the cold steel of the Glock in his hand.
“Where the hell is John?” His voice was harsh and I instinctively winced.
“I—I don’t know. He left me here and went somewhere with his guards.” I forced myself to speak.
“Did you see which way he went?” Lorenzo asked again.
“No,” I answered without skipping a beat.
“If you dare lie to me, Talia…” Lorenzo warned.
“I have no idea, Lorenzo. I swear on my life. He asked me
