Damian's POV
My heart plummeted, pounding forcefully against my chest as I stood there, aghast, watching Claire and Lorenzo locked in an unsettling tableau.
"What the hell is happening here?" The words tore out of me, anger coursing through my veins like molten lava.
"It's not what you think," Claire stammered, her voice trembling, her fingers twisting in distress.
Lorenzo, on the other hand, wore a smug triumph on his face.
"You bastard!" The words were a growl as I lunged forward, my fist connecting with his face, catching him off guard.
He stumbled back, but quickly rallied, retaliating with a surge of raw fury.
"How dare you touch me with those filthy hands," he seethed, gripping my collar with white-knuckled rage, as I held his gaze unyieldingly.
We locked eyes, a silent stor
