Chapter 8 Get dressed , Lorenzo commanded , rising from his chair . Were going Where ? His silence and slight smirk were my only answer . I headed back upstairs , questions swirling in my mind . Opening the wardrobe in my room , I gasped . Dozens of designer dresses stretched as far as I could see Valentino , Gucci , Prada , names Id only dreamed of wearing . The price tags on these could have bought a small house . My fingers traced over silk , velvet , and beaded fabrics until I settled on a black Versace number that hugged my curves . The mirror reflected back someone I barely recognized sophisticated , elegant , powerful . Outside , a line of gleaming black vehicles waited in the circular drive . But what caught my eye was the beat up Honda Civic parked among them . Lorenzo stood beside it , cutting an imposing figure in his tailored suit … and a black mask covering the upper half of his face . Whats with the mask ? I asked , approaching him . The world doesnt know Karlo Heiss face . I intend to keep it that way . He extended his hand , offering me an identical mask . Youll need this too . Me ? Why ? Because youre with me . His tone left no room for argument . And soon , theyll be looking for you too . I took the mask , the smooth material cool against my fingertips . Sliding it on , I caught my reflection in the car window . Like I was becoming someone else entirely . The cheap car is part of staying hidden ? I asked . No one looks twice at a Honda . He opened the passenger door for me . The best disguise is often the simplest one . I slid into the Hondas worn leather seat . A sharp crack pierced the air and I jumped , my heart racing . Lorenzos hand found mine , his touch steady and reassuring . Just security taking care of some drones . Paparazzi get bolder every day . Another shot rang out , followed by the distinct sound of something Chapter & 96 % 1 11:51 Sun , 2 Mar metallic crashing into the trees . I peered through the windshield , catching glimpses of men in tactical gear positioned along the propertys perimeter . The main gates swung open with a low groan . Three identical black Mercedes rolled out in formation , their windows tinted to mirror like perfection . Within seconds , I heard the telltale sounds of engines revving paparazzi cars scrambling to follow what they assumed was their target . We waited . Minutes later , a smaller side gate opened , barely wide enough for our Honda . Lorenzo guided the car through with practiced ease , taking us in the opposite direction of the Mercedes convoy . I studied his profile , the sharp line of his jaw visible beneath the mask , his hands confident on the steering wheel . Who are you really ? I whispered , not expecting an answer . The question felt heavy in the air between us . He remained silent , focused on navigating the quiet back roads . The mask obscured most of his expression . Where exactly are we going ? I tried again , watching unfamiliar streets blur past the window . Lorenzo chuckled , his eyes staying fixed on the road . Youll see . The streets gradually shifted from unknown to familiar . My heart rate picked up as I recognized the route . My stomach twisted as realization hit . Were going to my old place . Lorenzo nodded , his expression unreadable behind the mask . Bile rose in my throat as images flashed through my mind Dominic and Camilla probably tangled in our sheets right now , her hair spread across my pillow , her red lipstick staining everything I once called mine . Why are we going there ? My voice came out smaller than I intended . Because I want you to move in with me . He turned to look at me , his eyes intense even through the masks openings . Pack all of your belongings . My breath caught in my throat at Lorenzos words . Move in with him ? After six years apart ? The universe had a twisted sense of humor , throwing us back together like this . But what choice did I have ? No money , no place to go just the clothes on my back and my phone . I dont have my keys , I mumbled . Dominic threw me out yesterday with nothing . Chapter 8 11:51 Sun , 2 Mar 藏 家 96 % 會 Not a problem . Lorenzos mouth curved into that familiar dangerous smile I remembered so well . Well get in one way or another . The Honda rolled up the driveway . The modern two story house loomed before us , all clean lines and large windows . Wed chosen it together , dreaming of a peaceful life away from the corporate chaos . What a joke that turned out to be . My steps felt heavy as I approached the front door , half expecting to hear Dominics voice or Camillas artificial laugh . But the house stood silent . Suddenly , my phone buzzed in my pocket . Unknown number . The video started playing before I could stop it . A sex tape . Camillas hand held the phone , capturing her and Dominic tangled together in what looked like a luxury hotel room . 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