LORENZO’S P.O.V.
I had the most uncomfortable night because of the seven-year-old who slept spread eagle on my bed. I took the couch but I could barely get myself to sleep. There was so much on my mind. I didn’t even realize it was morning until I heard him stir on the bed. He didn’t say anything about me being on the couch, just thanked me for allowing him to stay and left for his room.
I liked the fact that he had a sense of independence. If Isabella had sent me a toddler, I would have lost my f*****g mind and nothing would be able to stop me from finding her to punish her for that.
I freshened up and met Matteo already waiting in my office. I waited for his daily briefing but this time, he said nothing. He was lost in thought and I had to clear my throat to get his attention.
“Dante
