*Lorenzo's POV*
After a few hours of sleep, I tossed and turned, finally giving up on sleep altogether. I got up and headed to my gym, running for about ten kilometres before I started on my weights. My muscles bunched and strained but I loved it, the ache distracting me from missing my little girl. Why had I sent her to do this? It was a task ten times more dangerous than the last one. I should have just sent Kristoff, I am sure he could have taken them out alone. Kristoff sent me a message just saying 'Job done.', nothing else. God I wanted to know how she was.
At 9am, I had to stop, the ache becoming too much. I headed back to my lonely room and showered alone before walking to my closet. I chose a black suit with a deep blue shirt and black tie, wanting to look just right for when sh
