Raven’s Pov
“What are we going to do? What are we going to do?” I hissed, my heart thudding so loud I could barely hear myself think.
Alessio didn’t even flinch. “We go through the secret door.”
I blinked at him. “How many secret doors do you have in this house? Are you some kind of mafia prince?”
He shot me a glare. “Do you want to stand here asking questions, or do you want to not get arrested?”
“Ugh, fine,” I muttered and followed him through the hall.
We slipped through a bookshelf—yeah, a damn bookshelf, because of course his life is just that dramatic—and emerged in a narrow hallway that eventually opened to the back of the house. Waiting there, sleek and silent, was Alicia’s second car.
No keys, no words. We just jumped in, Diego crashing into the back seat like he was born f
