Lorenzo.“I’m going to Las Vegas,” I told Honey. “Once I’m assured that Michael has Leo, I will let you know.”“I’m going with you.”I shook my head. “No, you can’t,” I objected. “I know you spent some time with Michael and you feel like you can handle his stunts, but trust me, he is more dangerous than he seems. It will be risky for you to follow me.”Honey crossed her arms, looking at me through a narrowed gaze. “So you want me to just stay here and do nothing?”I rubbed my face, the stress of the day already weighing me down. “Honey…” I sighed. I stood up from the chair and went to meet her. “I’m not telling you to do nothing. I just want to keep you safe. If there is a chance that Leo was taken by Michael, then it will be risky to get you involved too. I’m saying this because I know how tricky Michael is, you aren’t safe around him.”Honey stepped back, shaking her head. “But what about my son?” She questioned. “Who will keep him safe? You don’t understand, Lorenzo,” she sighed, t
Lorenzo.The next day, Mark was found and brought to the mansion. The moment I was told that he had been caught, I left what I was doing and went to meet him in the basement where he had been tied up. He tensed up when he saw me, looking around in confusion. “What is going on?” He asked, fear glinting in his eyes. “Why am I tied up?”I raised my brow up, giving him a malicious look. “Are you trying to tell me you don’t know why you are tied up?” He recoiled into the chair, casting his gaze down before saying. “I don’t understand what is happening here. I haven’t done anything wrong so why am I tied up like this?” He questioned, trying to act offended. I smirked, nodding my head. “It seems you want me to take things the hard way,” I said and shrugged. “Just so you know, that will be my pleasure, but given our history, I will give you one last chance. Tell me everything you know and I will forgive you just this once for what you have done.”Mark bit his lips, his eyes contemplating
Lorenzo.While waiting for any information about Mark, I left the living room and went to the room where I had locked Honey in. I met her standing by the window, watching outside with an empty gaze. She didn’t say anything to me until I closed the door to the room.“Do you believe me now?” She asked, but it sounded more like a statement. “My men are searching for him.”She looked away from the window and met my gaze. “What will you do when you find him?”“You're not the one who should be questioning me,” I pointed out, my annoyance towards Honey growing more fierce. “That should be me.”She narrowed her eyes on me, confused. “What are you trying to say?”“I’m talking about my son. You–““Oh, so now he is your son?” She fired back. “What changes now? I thought you said he was a bastard child?” she challenged, crossing her arms. “You hid him from me.”“And I’m glad I did that.”“You are glad you did that?” The words she said crawled underneath my skin. “Do you think this would have ha
Lorenzo. I went straight to my room and picked up Honey’s phone. I sat down at the edge of my bed and found my way to unlock it. While searching through her phone, I stumbled upon a picture of a young cute boy, but what caught my attention was how he was almost identical to me. It was like I was staring at a younger version of myself. Was he the son Honey was talking about? The boy looked like it was around five years old. That was how long Honey had left LA. I sat up on the bed, studying the features of the boy. He was darker in complexion, but he had striking gray eyes like mine. Was Honey saying the truth? Was Leo indeed my son?Honey and I hadn’t had sex after Michael took her away and I had seen her for months while she was with Michael and there hadn’t been any signs that she was pregnant so how was it possible that I was the father of her son? It was hard to believe. Especially since I knew she was sexually intimate with Michael. Adding everything up, this child should be fo
Honey.I looked down at him, my chest heavy. My hands froze against his throat as I drew in a deep breath. I studied his eyes. Was he telling the truth? I badly wanted to believe him. “He is alive?” I asked, allowing that little spark of hope to glow within me. Lorenzo nodded, sitting up. “You need to calm down and let’s talk.”A line deepened between my brows. “I tried to talk properly with you last night, but you discarded me,” I snapped at him, standing up from him and paced around the room, my foot pressing down on the litter of food which had been spilled. “If Leo isn’t dead, then where is he?”Lorenzo rose from the floor, adjusting his clothes and straightening his hair. “I don’t know,” he said while brushing his hair.I frowned at him. “What do you mean you don’t know?” He frowned at me as he spoke. “I wasn’t even aware that you had a son. How could I have kidnapped him when I didn’t know he even existed?”I walked up to him, pointing the knife at him. “Then why did you tel
Honey. Lorenzo’s brow furrowed, confusion masking his face. “Your son?” He questioned. “You have a son?”My face hardened. “Don’t act like you didn’t find out about it. I know you kidnapped him, where is he?”Instead of answering me, he nodded his head, looking like he was finally understanding what was happening. “So that's why you left. You went with that bastard and had a child for him. And now what? Your son got missing and now you think I kidnapped him?”I moved close to him, my hands clenched. “Isn’t that what you did?” “I have no business with your bastard child,” he said, his voice tightening with emotions. “If you are that desperate to find him then go meet his father.”“That’s why I came to you. So where is he?”He smirked wickedly. “Do you think I’m just going to tell you that easily? That bastard you call your child should have never existed,” he grabbed me by my arm and pulled me close to him before grunting. “You are mine, Honey. Always meant to be mine. And if you thi
Honey.The next day, I arrived in LA in the evening. I lodged at a hotel and stayed low. I hired an investigator to give me an update about Lorenzo before making my move. Luckily, I knew the ins and outs of the mansion Lorenzo was currently occupying. I was going to sneak in and get any information I needed on finding my son. Wearing the same leather jacket and black pants, I blended well smong the men who were standing guard at the mansion so it was easier to move around the house without raising suspicion. I climbed the stairs and went to his room at the far side of the hallway, my heart pounding as I opened the door leading to his bedroom. I hurriedly went through his documents and belongings. Nothing. Not a single thing gave me a link to my son’s disappearance. I was still browsing through his system when I heard the door click.I froze, my hand passing above his laptop. Lorenzo wasn’t meant to be back so soon. The investigator I had hired told me he had traveled to Sicily for a
Honey. I got into my car and drove to my workplace. In the afternoon, I went to pick Leo from school and met his teacher sitting by a desk, checking some notes. “I’m sorry I’m late,” I said, looking around the almost empty classroom. “Where is Leo?” The teacher dropped her book, looking confused. “His father came to pick him not quite long.” His father? The whole room closed up on me and my heart sprinted. I dragged air into my lungs, trying to calm myself down. I must have misheard what the teacher had said. “I need to see my son. Where is he?” I asked again, my voice sharp. The teacher stood up, her face almost mirroring mine. Confused and bothered. “I don’t understand…” she pointed at the exit of the classroom. “A man came earlier and told me he was Leo’s father. He said–“ My face hardened. “How can you let a stranger take him without seeking my consent?” The teacher froze, her face pale. “I… I thought he was his father.” “No, he is not!” She touched her chest, looking
Honey. Five Years Later. “Mommy, where is Dad?” My four year old son, Leo, asked, looking at me with his bright gray eyes. He had Lorenzo’s eyes. Even looked like him. Just that he was darker in complexion and had very full curly black hair unlike Lorenzo who had fair skin and straight raven hair. “I don’t know,” I said honestly. I still haven't forgiven myself for leaving Lorenzo without saying goodbye. Especially since he saved me. And his son. “But you are meant to know,” Leo sat on his ornate bed, hugging his brown teddy bear close to his chest. Just like his father, he doesn’t take no for an answer. “All my friends at school know where their father is. I want to know where mine is too.” I rubbed my head, feeling a headache coming up. We had been staying in Australia for the last five years and I had successfully opened a record label. I had an upcoming event which was stressing me out. Leo was adding to the stress by insisting on knowing where Lorenzo was. Yes,