ISABELLA’S P.O.V.
Within minutes, both Matteo and Lorenzo were gathered in the restaurant and we sat in the booth. I was still pissed at all of them but I knew there were more important things on the ground than my anger which might or might not be misplaced.
Lorenzo was seated next to me but he was careful not to let our body parts touch. I touched his knee with mine once and he pulled back from me. I tried not to let the hurt show as he did that.
“Has your father reached out to you?” Lorenzo asked but Mac shook his head.
“Not exactly, I saw someone I recognized from my father’s circles. I think he might be a spy. His name is Juan,” I saw Matteo write the name down before Mac continued. “He said my father would be happy to see me. I know for a fact that he is talking to my dad right n
