Renzo’s POV( Third person pov)

He walked into the lion’s den with his hands practically tied before anyone even touched him.

And no that wasn’t a metaphor.

He’d loosened his shirt collar, scuffed his boots, and even dabbled a bit of dried tomato sauce on the hem of his sweater to look like a man who had nothing left to lose. The goal wasn’t to blend in.

It was to get caught.

And oh, how beautifully they fell for it.

Two guards spotted him outside the South Gate ...