LORENZO
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When we finally arrived home, Isla was the first person to leave the car. She got down, went into the house, and went straight to her room. After what she had gone through outside my house, I didn’t have to forcefully keep her around. While I liked the outcome, it made things less interesting.
I stepped out of the shower and put on a new set of clothes just as Ricardo burst through my door. “I heard you got ambushed. Are you okay?”
“Do I look like I’m not?”
He frowned. “How about your girl? Did she get hurt?”
“You’d know if she was hurt, Ricardo.”
The question was pointless. He was the first person we called whenever anyone was injured. If he wasn’t present, he’d call someone else.
“Why are you overly sarcastic today?”
I ignored him as I left the room and took the sta
