LOGINLorenzo's POVHow do you expect me to react when I see a man I know damn well has his eyes on my man with his hands near his face?I clamped my hand on Jovan's wrist, pulled him inside and pressed him against the wall before the door had even closed behind us."What were you two doing out there?"He looked at me like he was trying to decide if I was deaf or stupid.Maybe both."I don't understand," he said slowly. "What exactly did you think we were doing?""That is not an answer. I want to know why he had his hands that close to your face.""The helmet was stuck." He bit each word off clean. "He was helping me take it off. I've told you this already." His eyes narrowed. "Is something wrong with your hearing or are you choosing not to use it?""He was too close." I placed my hand against his cheek, fingers near his chin, showing him exactly what I'd seen from the gate. "This is not how you unbuckle a clasp."He looked at my hand on his face then back at me. "The clasp was under my chi
Jovan's POVStanding on the empty streets of Oia without any knowledge of where my boyfriend was was not on my bucket list.I'd gone down the path, the exact direction the thieves and Lorenzo had taken but I didn't find any of them.I went further down, past the harbor shops and the tourist stalls, stopping anyone who looked like they'd seen something. Most of them stared at me blankly.One had beckoned onto me. Here I was thinking the old lady might have seen the road he took but she was saying something I didn't quite understand.“Ma'am, I'm sorry but I have no money to give you.” I said, my eyes scanning the place for any sign of an angry Lorenzo.The old lady gripped my shirt and began pulling me while muttering something in Dutch. Nobody on the street stopped for a second. This was definitely not a new thing.One woman nodded along to everything I said and then pointed in three different directions like that was helpful. A shop owner started responding in what I was fairly sure w
Lorenzo's POV“Catch us if you can, you gay ass fucker.” The man who'd snatched the wallet flipped me off.People yelled, moving out of the way as the criminal drove recklessly on the street.I lost them at the first bend but picked them up again by sound. They were on the other side of the street.I went left, down the sloped street whichtightened as it went, until it was barely wide enough for the bike. They were slowing. I was gaining on them.They ditched the bike at the bottom against a wall and went on foot through a door I nearly missed — recessed, unmarked, set so flush into the white stone it was almost not there.I caught it before it closed, following them down the dark path. The stairs led down to a basement. The first thing I heard was the blaring music from the speakers then the smell of cigarette smoke and something sweeter underneath it.I stopped at the bottom and let my eyes adjust to the bright light. The ceiling was vaulted with bright lights. There were statues a
Jovan's POVThe message was from Marcus, written in bold letters: ELENA IS DEAD. Alongside the message was a video.With shaky hands, I played the thirty seconds videos of Elena being butchered like a pig. Regardless of the fact that she had tried to kill us, I felt like throwing up.Another message came in.“Sergei's been asking questions. Contacts in Athens flagged it an hour ago. He knows you're in Greece.”I read it once, twice before handing the phone to Lorenzo who read through it but he wasn't as unsettled as I was."How long did you know that Sergei was looking for us?" I asked, my voice shaky. “How long have you known Lorenzo?”"Jovan—" he reached for me but I moved back."How long have you known Sergei was looking for us?""I found out this morning." He answered."This morning," I repeated. "Before we rented the scooters, you knew that Sergei was looking for us. Before someone cut your brake line and you nearly went through a barrier on a cliff road going forty kilometres an
Jovan's POVI'd never seen Lorenzo hit an innocent man before.Scratch that. I'd seen Lorenzo hit plenty of people but watching him hit someone who genuinely didn't know what was happening was a different experience entirely and one I wasn't eager to repeat.But I'm getting ahead of myself.It's always the innocent looking ones who are the nastiest so you never can tell.We walked the scooters back up the hill in silence. Lorenzo's jaw was set, his grip firm on the handle as he pushed it to Panos's shop.I stayed close and said nothing.We turned the corner toward Panos's yard and I saw them before Lorenzo did.Panos, standing at the entrance of his yard, talking to someone. A man in a dark jacket, head slightly dipped, the conversation was made in hushed tones.I squinted my eyes because the sun was too much. It was the same man I'd seen twice yesterday. Last night I saw him across the street from us.He was still wearing the same jacket as last time but a different hairstyle for rea
Lorenzo's POVLater that morning, Jovan and I decided it was best to go out. Plus I had to get the ring and make sure he suspected nothing."Should we walk?" I asked, holding his hand. He looked so handsome with his sunglasses on his head, shirt button half done."Too hot." He squinted at the street. "Let's get the scooters."We rented from Panos's yard, a man whom we'd met at the tavern days ago. The moment he saw the wads of hundred dollar bills I had and knew I was rich, he kept rambling about his business so we had no choice but to go to him.“I have the best scooters in all of Greece.” He said, grinning from ear to ear as she showed us varieties to choose from.For some reason, I kept having this feeling in my gut that something was wrong.“And you're sure these scooters are in perfect condition?” He nodded immediately like he'd been waiting for me to ask.He pulled Jovan by his arm and led him to where more scooters were parked. Jovan looked behind, muttering to calm down.“Thes
LORENZO'S POVThe quarterly projections were spread across the coffee table and Ethan was walking me through the discrepancy in the third column when Jovan leaned over from the sofa and pointed at the bottom figure."That's wrong," he scooched over to the couch, took the file from me and skimmed th
DONATELLA'S POVI found the almond cookies and I ate three of them standing at the kitchen counter in my socks.After that, I poured myself a glass of wine, Lorenzo had Clara hide because he knew I was a sucker for it and I took the wine upstairs.I knocked on Lorenzo's door because the light was s
LORENZO'S POVI had conducted interrogations in four countries, two of which had no formal policy on the matter.None of them had been this difficult."The question," I said, for the third time, "is straightforward. How many serious relationships have you had in the last five years.""Define seriou
Lorenzo's Pov The problem with knowing something about a person was that you couldn't unknow it.Jovan Rosfrith had been in my east wing for weeks and in that time I had learned a number of things about him that I had not been looking to learn, and the thing I was currently failing to stop thinkin







