Marcello
The tires crunched softly against the pristine gravel of the winding driveway as Enzo steered the vehicle through the massive security gates of my estate.
But as the car finally rolled to a halt in front of the grand entrance, my eyes didn't track the lines of the building. Instead, they locked onto the rear-view mirror.
Enzo stared back at me through the glass, and that f*****g annoying smirk was still plastered across his lips, unchanged from the warehouse parking lot.
Beside him, Dante sat rigid in the passenger seat. His large frame practically filled the space, his arms crossed over his chest in his usual disciplined, military posture.
But as the headlights cut out, plunging the interior of the car into a dim gray, I caught the subtle twitch of his jaw. A barely notice
