The Calculated Love Was Gone
The mere mention of Lorenzo Marino's name sent shivers down the spines of the entire New York underworld.
But he couldn't find her.
The woman had vanished like a drop of water in the ocean.
"This book is really good... so realistic."
A sigh of appreciation came from across the cabin.
Lorenzo turned his head, annoyed. It was Lily.
His stepmother, the woman who had raised him, wore reading glasses as she pored over a thick hardcover.
"I'm working, Lily," Lorenzo reminded her, his tone flat.
"Oh, sorry." Lily took off her glasses, but her face was still full of pleasure.