MICHELLE’s POV.

I don’t know exactly why I trust the words of Enzo so much but there is something about him. Something that makes me trust him even if I haven’t known him for a day. I am not sure what it is and what it could be but deep inside my mind, I know I can no longer go back to the time when I didn’t know him.

In no time, I am sitting on the passenger’s seat of his black Audi which he speeds through the busy night of the city.

This is the first time I am actually observing the city I have lived in for years...