•MATTEO’S POV•

“The car keys now!” I yelled at no one in particular but in a few seconds, I was handed any car keys. Anthony rushed beside me without a clue as to where I was headed but came either way.

“Where to?” He asked.

“Alfredo’s.” I responded almost mechanically.

The car ride to Alfredo’s estate was suffocating. Anthony kept his eyes on the road, the tension between us unspoken but heavy. I didn’t need him to tell me that I wasn’t thinking clearly—I knew. But every time I thought about Aurora’s accident during our honeymoon, her lying helpless in her own blood, and Fantasma’s games, my blood boiled all...