The ride back home was silent.
Tense.
Ale and Valenie sat in the front of the sleek black SUV, the radio humming low, Valenie giddy, oblivious.
Enzo and Amelia sat in the back. He hadn’t spoken since dragging her out of the club. Just sat there with one hand wrapped tightly around her thigh, squeezing it whenever she shifted in her seat. A silent reminder.
She knew what was coming.
And the anticipation was killing her.
When they pulled into the driveway, Ale walked Valenie toward her room like the gentleman he always pretended to be.
Enzo didn’t say a word. Just stepped out of the car, came around, and opened the door for her. His jaw was tight. His eyes unreadable.
He took her by the wrist.
Again.
Only this time, his grip was different—calm, deliberate. That kind of calm that ca
