CHAPTER 16
AUTHOR POV
Training center-the next day.
Lorenzo squinted his eyes under his dark sunglasses, his eyes is focused as he aimed at the target. He fired. The bullet hit dead center and without a word, he reloaded and fired again, another perfect hit.
He passed the gun to Noah without a glance. Noah stepped forward, squared his stance, and aimed. He pulled the trigger but the shot missed. His lips stretched into a sheepish smile as he turned to face his father, who stood motionless, eyes fixed on him.
"Is that how you plan to protect your wife?" Lorenzo asked, stepping forward, his voice cold and unimpressed by Noah.
He picked up the gun again, handed it back to Noah, and moved behind him. Lorenzo's strong arm wrapped around Noah's shoulder, guiding his aim.
"Focus," he said,
