****Serenity’s POV****
I couldn’t sit still. I paced back and forth in the room like a trapped animal. At least it wasn’t in the cell.
That alone should have made me feel better. No chains or damp walls, nor darkness pressing in on me. This room had a bed, a mirror, even a window I couldn’t open. It was almost normal.
But none of it mattered because I was still trapped.
And he… Lorenzo… acted like he owned everything. Like he decided who lived and who died.
My chest tightened. Well… he does.
That thought made me stop pacing.
I pressed my palm against my forehead, squeezing my eyes shut. I had gone to him thinking I could negotiate, that I could reason with him like he was some businessman.
How stupid.
This wasn’t a deal. This was survival.
“I just need my dad to be okay…” I whisp
