SERENA’S POV
I was just thinking about the black t-shirt I’d bought earlier—the one with “f**k Las Vegas” splashed boldly across the front—and only one person came to mind who I thought it would fit perfectly.
I couldn’t explain why that thought made me smile… or why it made my stomach flip.
I was about to ask Lorenzo what his cousin’s favorite color was when he dropped the bombshell.
“We’re being followed,” he said tightly—and immediately swerved left without warning.
The tires screeched against the asphalt, making my heart jump into my throat. So much for my brand-new car.
A black SUV followed close behind, speeding after us with unsettling determination.
“Calm down, Serena. Just… calm down,” Lorenzo said steadily, hands clenched tight around the steering wheel.
He veered throug
