*DYLAN*
I walk away from Enzo and that bimbo of his. I can hear Red’s footsteps behind me and his calls, but I decide to ignore them. I keep on walking until I reach one of the many cars Enzo has here in Italy. I get inside the drives side and turn on the engine. I wait patiently for Red to get inside the car.
“You…walk…too…fast” Red said in between pants and I roll my eyes at him.
“What is the name of the hotel we are staying at?” I asked looking ahead to the rode.
“Dylan… you need to let him explain” Red said, and I turn my head and look him dead in the eyes.
“You tell me where the hotel is or I’m going to let you walk there” I tell Red, and he lets out a breath and nods his head. He tips in the location of the hotel in his phone, and I start driving. After a solid 30-minute drive,
