Elira’s POV

Other than the low growl of the stolen SUVs engine, the ride back was silent and...tense.

I risked a glance at Aiden’s profile. His jaw was set, his dark eyes fixed on the road, but a faint, almost imperceptible muscle twitched near his mouth.

At least he didn't look like he was mocking my breakdown, not exactly, but there was a complexity there—a blend of grim pity and a strange, grudging satisfaction.

Who wouldn't feel that way? I mean, he was watching the Don of the Moretti family shatter, and considering it was a very rare sight, he must feel atop the world to have witnessed it.

I...