Chapter 42: THE PRESENT

LORENZO’S P.O.V. I came to the conclusion that the man in front of me either had some kind of backing that I didn’t know about or he was just plain crazy. There was no reason why he should have been so confident when he was standing in the middle of my driveway with weapons pointed at him unless he knew that there was no way I would kill him. “You know I can find her without you, right?” I asked and he scoffed. “I would hope so because I don’t know where she is right now,” I raised a brow at him so he explained. “She was leaving her last known address. She said some shit about how they had found her. I don’t know who they are and I didn’t care to ask. I have enough on my plate without bothering about someone else’s wife.” “Then why did you help her? Why did you bring it to me?” I asked. “Why would you risk your life like that for someone who you wouldn’t even be bothered about?” “I did it for Big Mac, not her. I don’t know why he feels compelled to carry her issues on his head but