CHAPTER 98 Things are about to get worse.

　　Lorenzo's POV

　　I'm wide awake. I've not slept a wink since last night. Sleep proved to be an impossible task in situations like this. I kept pacing and nearly destroyed everything breakable in sight inside my study, but it still wasn't enough.

　　I needed to hurt someone. I needed to feel those fuckers' blood on my hands.

　　I couldn't focus, be calm, or stop the million thoughts running through my mind.

　　My father must be laughing and mocking me from his grave because I failed to do something as simple and easy as keeping my family safe and protecting the woman I had just married barely twenty-four hours ago.

　　He must think I'm a loser, a complete failure. A gutless, spineless, pathetically weak bastard who's nothing like him, someone out to destroy his legacy and all that he had worked hard for over the years.

　　Letting out a dry chuckle, I picked up the vase by the entrance of the study and hurled it against the wall, smashing it to pieces.