~Abigail's POV~
Taro waves his hand sharply, and his men lower their weapons before filing out of the lounge one by one. The room grows quiet again, leaving only me, Darius, Lorenzo, and his men who, thankfully, also holster their guns.
I glance at Lorenzo. He's watching us with an expression I can't quite place. It looks like admiration mixed with something heavy, maybe regret. Like he's remembering someone he lost. His ex-wife, maybe. He looks so broken by this divorce. What really happened between them?
"Thank you," I manage to say.
He nods once, offering a faint smile before turning to leave with his men. The door closes behind them, and I let out a shaky breath of relief. Darius buries his face in the curve of my neck, his breath hot against my skin.
I pinch the side of his neck gently, forcing him to lift his head. "Why didn't you tell me you added a restriction against Taro involving himself in my life?"
