EPILOGUE

ENZO

I kicked the front door closed and pressed my back against it, ripping off my sunglasses and taking a minute to breathe. Just fucking breathe. Luckily, no one was around to see the way my eyes skittered wildly around the great room. My heart slammed in my chest, and for a minute I thought it was gonna bust right out of my fucking rib cage. Or I was gonna pass out. One of the two. Or both.

What in the fuck had Luca been thinking.

Jesus Christ. If Tristan had been in that garage when he pulled that shit, he would’ve fucking lost it. And I don’t know...