68

LORENA

And God help me, I might be too because when Alessandro claimed me as his in the middle of the nightclub, every inch of my skin warmed and his burning gaze sent a warm timbre down my spine.

I watched in shock, as he used Ethan’s face as a punching bag. I didn’t even know he was in the club.

After the lawyer drafted the will, Zia witnessed it, and Alessandro’s attorney assured me it was valid as of that moment.

Ella and I rushed to get ready. Yes, Alessandro dragged me back to the States, but now I took charge of what I could do.

However little that might be. I had to do something, starting with obtaining a copy of my parents’ will.

But this was not how I saw our night ending.

I wet my lips, trying to calm my nerves. Alessandro wanted to know why I stole Ethan’s keys out of his pocket.

“I need a copy of my grandparents’ will.”