SIENNA’S POV

“Daddy, what are you doing?”

The voice rang out suddenly, and I turned back quickly, my heart leaping into my throat.

A guy stood by the pool, dragging an old drunk man—probably his father away from the edge where he looked like he was about to pee right into the water.

“Sienna, breathe,” I heard Lorenzo say as he reached forward and pinched my nipples.

I turned to him with wide eyes and let out the breath I did not even realize I had been holding. That voice scared the ...