LORENZO’S P.O.V.
Jenna was in the house before eight a.m. I watched through my window as she walked into the building. She wore a pair of black trousers and paired it with a simple white top. It was a sharp contrast from the maxi dresses that she wore while Hector was alive. She looked happier, fuller and like she had some life in her. I wasn’t blind to what Hector was doing to her but there was nothing that I could do.
She walked into my office and bowed her head to me. “You sent for me, capo.”
“Sit down, Jenna,” I ordered and she swallowed deeply before shutting the door behind her and doing exactly as I had asked. “I’m in a good mood today so I will give you the chance to explain why I shouldn’t kill you right now.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Try again and this time
