Sometimes, Hunter wondered if Abigail thought of herself as a hammer and the rest of them were nails that needed to be pounded into their place. Sure, Lorenzo was in charge, and they rarely dared challenge anything he said, but Abigail was no pushover.
In the end, Hunter figured it made sense that the woman in Lorenzo’s life wasn’t weak and scared. She was like a fierce lioness, and the rest of them were her cubs, whom she kept in line. Or roared at them, if the situation called for it, like now. Abigail was roaring, maybe not out loud, but her stare certainly was. It made Hunter shudder and wish the ground would swallow him up.
Hunter didn’t know anyone who challenged Abigail. They were all probably more scared of her than Lorenzo. Crazy woman. And as usual, when the thought crossed hi
