LORENZO~•~My father opened the door for me when I rang the doorbell.He ran his eyes across my form. “You seem to be doing better, son.”As if he’d know how I was doing the last few weeks. And I wasn’t stupid. I knew he was checking for weapons. He was good at pretending his slow sweep across my body was fatherly concern but I knew betterI also assessed him, checking for bulges at the waist or weight imbalance. There was none. It was easier to check if he was strapped or not since he was wearing a pair of pajama pants and a white shirt. My father had no weapons on him.Even his place that usually had guards all around him had none. I’d only seen one face apart from my father’: since I stepped in here and it was the person who opened the gate for me.It unsettled me.What was he planning? Had he decided today was the day he killed me?His lack of protection unsettled me more than if he’d greeted me with a rifle.“Dinner’s already served,” he said, placing a heavy hand on my should
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