Russell's pov.

I watched as Lorenzo threw his glass at the wall. The glass scattered on the floor. He turned to me; his nostrils flared with anger, his eyes were red, and his veins throbbed out of his head.

“Why do you always have to scatter everything?” He shouted at me. I rolled my eyes, it wasn't my fault that Rose was that attractive. My plan had been normal just to woo her into confiding in me.

But it was a long risky process, plus I wasn't even sure she would ever trust me because I almost killed her and caused her much pain.

When I went to see her...