LORENZO’S P.O.V.
Father came to my house first thing the next morning. By eight a.m. he was driving in through the gates and I watched him through the window of my office. Normally, I would have gone down to retrieve him but I needed some time to calm myself down and figure out what I was going to say to him. I couldn’t come across in an accusing tone or he would shut down, I knew my father well enough.
By the time he walked into the office, I still hadn’t decided what tactic I was going to use. I didn’t turn to acknowledge him and instead continued to stare out of the window. I could feel his annoyance at that but he knew that there was little he could do. I wasn’t a child anymore, he couldn’t use his belt. He also couldn’t order me around because I was capo now. He was lucky to still b
