Erica's POV
Hiding the corner farthest from the bar, I quickly dial Enzo's number. I watch the door that leads between the bar and the backroom like a hawk. I am sure that at any moment Ace and Bryce will come bursting through the door and drag me out by my hair.
The phone only rings once before Enzo picks up on the other end. "Why hello beautiful," he says in his most charming voice. "What do I owe the pleasure?"
"I need you to come pick me up, at the back of the bar. Bring your car." I spit out the words as quickly and quietly as I can. I am sure that the brothers will be able to hear me over the loud thumping of the music.
"Is everything okay?" Enzo asks.
"It will be if you come get me," I whisper into the phone.
"Okay." Enzo's voice is laced with confusion but he doesn't
