Chapter 159: She Was Destined To Be Mine

LORENZO

The bedroom was dark, except for the blue glow of several CCTV monitors, each displaying a different part of the mansion's main hall, living areas, and entrance. The new acquisition building was a two-story structure, two houses down from Sancia.

I’d bought it for this very reason: it’s close enough for me to run over there if they ever need me, yet far enough away to give them a sense of privacy, although I’d added more men around the house to guard them secretly.

I bought the building two days ago at an exorbitant price, but it's well worth it, even if I'm only going to use it for a limited time before I go back. Or rather, we all go back because there was no way in hell that I was leaving my family behind.

I take the bottle of vodka and pour two fingers into the glass on the table right in front of me. I take a sip before setting it down. I sat back in my leather chair, my fingers steepled beneath my chin, eyes fixed on the video footage playing on repeat.

My latest obsession is watching the reason I'd flown all the way to London, and I'm glad I did. How could I have remembered her if I had stayed back?

I've never been someone who believes in things like fate, soulmate, or destiny, but the fact that, even with my memory loss, my mind clung to the thought of my tigress means she was destined to be mine.

That she was the most integral part of my life, I believe, this deep inside my dark heart. Yet, I can't shake the guilt of almost killing her, even unknowingly, which haunts me.

I didn't know who she was to me at the time, but still, it's devastating to know I'd almost kill the one person I would kill and die to protect.

And that was the main reason I'd kept myself away from them for two whole days, despite the desperate need to see my son.

The other reason is that, although I've recovered my memories, there were things I'd failed to notice back then that led to the tragedy.

It's fortunate that I noticed someone stealing from me, which is what I'd tasked Savio with investigating.

If we find the thief, then we find our traitor from back then. Did I think Savio could be the traitor?

No, because Savio’s entire family owes their lives to me; they're loyal as fuck, not to mention he has everything to lose if I found out he's the traitor.

And I know Savio enough to know he'll never leave his family where I can find them if he were betraying me. All these reasons are why I know it couldn't be him.

The ringing of my phone drags me out of my thoughts. I glanced at the name, and I ignored it.

My eyes went back to the secret cameras that captured everything in the living room, kitchen, library, gym, and bedroom.

I'd bugged them all. I want to see every damn thing about my tigress. Not even the shadow could hide her from me. I've traced her movements for days now.

I’d watched this clip countless times already, and yet I wasn't nearly done watching her. Not even close.

Just like the past few days, she woke up and went about her daily routine in that flimsy nightdress that couldn't hide her alluring figure from my eyes.

Those smooth, familiar legs and thick thighs had my imagination spiraling out of control, and my cock stiffening in my pants.

I damn near had an orgasm last night when she came out of the bathroom all wet and pink from her shower, wearing nothing but a tiny towel around those mouthwatering curves.

I'd gotten a glimpse when she dropped the towel before pulling down her nightie, and I still haven't come back from the shock of it.

Even after all this time. The sight of her body could undo me like no other.

The sight of her ass and tits had me unzipping my pants before I made a conscious thought of it. I'd worked my cock hard and fast, jerking off until I nut, my come splashing all over the ground beneath the table.

She'd appeared downstairs with my son.

My son! I still couldn't believe this wasn't a dream. That I was fortunate to have a second chance at life, beside the woman who owns my heart and the son I'd dreamed of before he was even conceived.

An unfamiliar emotion clogged my throat, making my heart pound. I could be with them right now, get to see and know my son for the first time.

But only one thing is keeping me at bay: the knowledge that I can't hide the truth from Sancia forever.

I couldn't take the thought of seeing her sad and anguished from the devastation of the truth. I'd rather even let her blame me for everything if only she'd let everything go.

But I know that if I don't tell her the truth, she'll never be mine ever again. She'll try to run…and one day she might even make it, regardless of the pain it would cause her, hell, the both of us.

Because she believes I killed her father, not to mention the bastard who had caused that tragedy, is still alive, thriving, and living as though he hadn't hurt the woman I love.

For that alone, I'll make sure he dies horribly. I'll torture the fucker along with the traitors in my famiglia, then I'm going to peel away their mask and bare them to the world.

I exhale as I concentrate on the screen.

Both of them look ready for the day ahead. Sancia stopped right at the doorway, checking her phone.

Her face filled the screen from the camera installed at the entryway, and something slammed into my chest. My breath caught so sharply it hurt.

“What will you do if you find out what you desperately want to know?” I wondered out loud.

As though she'd heard me, those amber eyes looked right through the camera, like she could see me.

But that's impossible. My lips twitch at the thought of Sancia finding out I’d been secretly watching her. Knowing her, she’s going to be pissed about it.

I miss her so damn much. That same inexplicable feeling pulled and twisted something deep and strangely familiar inside me. It saddens me that I’ve missed two whole years without knowing about my own son.

While I understand the thought that drove Luca and my cousins into hiding the truth from me, I love them for everything they’ve done for me. I’m also so fucking mad at them.

Especially at Luca, he’s my fucking Consigliere. He shouldn’t have let me look like a fucking idiot, attacking my own wife. I’m going to beat the shit out of that fucker the next time I see him.

The sound of my phone ringing snapped me from my thoughts. I reached out and took it.

Savio.

I answered the phone, my blood heated with anticipation as I put it to my ear.

“Capo, I’ve got some news,” Savio started, straight to the point as expected.

“You’re right about everything. Check your email; I’ve sent you everything I’ve found out.”

My gut already told me I was right; Savio just confirmed what I’d already known, and now it is time for me to meet my wife and son.