*Kristoff's POV*
Romano kept me close, obviously not fully trusting my motives. I didn't blame him. Someone would have to be crazy to turn against Lorenzo like I had, or desperate. And I was desperate. Kit'lin was never far from my mind. I still felt the ghost of the feel of her lips against mine. I had to have her, I had to get her away from him. And I knew the only way to do that, was to kill him.
Francis had me stay with him, Leo and a small number of his men at a club he ran. The Romano's seemed to spread there men out a lot more than Lorenzo did, not wanting to keep them all within arms reach. It made sense, the vast number of men living at Lorenzo's place made the place feel like a sort of commune or cult.
They had provided me with my own room and clothes, making the experience
