LORENZO’S P.O.V.
I knew I pissed my father off the moment I banned him from being able to enter the house. He sent me a message the very next day but I ignored it. I wasn’t going to let him or anyone else push me around especially when it came to my decisions. When I told Matteo about the plan, he looked like a kid in a candy store which should have been the indicator that I was making a shitty decision because Matteo’s choices almost always ended up with something or someone being blown up.
“Any news on the boy?” I asked as I met him in my office. He spent the entire night at the house of the boy who had been used as a patsy to get my attention. “Did you find out who sent him?”
“Whoever it was, they were smart enough to print out the message and the mail company had no idea who sent it
