Navio Pov
"What the f**k were you doing in the club alone?" Nestore asked, stepping in front of me.
"I just wanted to..."
"You just wanted to what? Put yourself in danger and get killed?" Nestore’s voice was a low, furious growl, his dark eyes flashing with something between anger and fear.
I clenched my jaw, my fingers twitching at my sides. "I can handle myself."
"Like hell, you can," he snapped, stepping closer, forcing me to tilt my head back to keep eye contact. "You think this is a game? One wrong move, one enemy catching you alone— and you know Nevio how the hell we've been chasing after him,"
"I wasn’t alone," I shot back, though the lie tasted weak even to me.
Nestore scoffed, his hand shooting out to grip my arm, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise
"You thin
