Vigor

Lorenzo's POV

With eyes fixated outside the window, I watched as she got into the car, the sleek Maybach pulling away until it was out of my sight.

My hand held my handkerchief, which had her hair enclosed in it. I am sure she had felt the prick, with how hard I had tugged at it, but I didn't stay one more second to listen to her say anything else.

Slipping out my phone, I ran a hand through it, gazing at her number which Tristan had sent over, before sending her a text. Something to ruffle her mind even more. To keep me in it.

Grasping the handkerchief, my legs glided out of the penthouse. I couldn't wait until the sun was out before finding out if she was Daphne.

Her tattoos might be deceiving, those eyes that had dark sparkles might be endearing, but I was determined to find out.

Tristan was down already, hands wrapped around a cigar, which he put out when I approached.

“Hand it over”

“Bos…” he slipped out, trying to keep it when I took it from his fingers, lighting the edg