Genevieve's POV

　　He groaned in pain as his gun fell from his hand. He clutched his forearm as I stepped away from him, walking over to Mom and Noah.

　　I heard the purposeful footfalls of someone entering the living room. I watched in anticipation as Lorenzo casually strode into the room with a gun, his piercing green gaze skimming over us, assessing our state.

　　Alessio and his men trailed behind him with their guns.

　　"Lorenzo?" I ...