The apartment door burst open around midnight.
Amelia and Valenie jumped on the couch, popcorn spilling all over the rug as the slam echoed through the quiet space.
“What the hell—” Valenie started, but she didn’t have time to finish.
Ale walked in first—Rafe to everyone else. His shirt was half untucked, his jaw bruised slightly like he’d been in a bar fight, but his expression? That unreadable calm only he mastered.
“Babe,” Valenie gasped, already moving toward him.
Amelia, heart hammering, stayed frozen on the couch, barely able to breathe.
Enzo followed a beat later. Lean, tall, cocky. His face was clean, not a single mark on him. But his black shirt clung to his skin, and his sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, veins pulsing. Dangerous and unbothered.
He met Amelia’s eyes b
