Dimitri
I didn’t make any sound when Enzo slipped into my car later on that day. I didn’t even flick my eyes in his direction. And he didn’t say anything either.
The silence wrapped around us. But it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. I had known the old mobster for a very long time. Much longer than any one suspected. Enzo had been the one to pluck me from obscurity and put me up against my brother. He had guided me, tutored me. We weren’t exactly friends; our relationship was more complicated than that.
“Drive.” His murmur was loud in the quiet and I pressed the pedal down, the car took off fast. And for a moment I let the adrenaline that only a fast car on a winding road could give me. but my peace didn’t last long. Five minutes went by in quiet reflection, both of us looking straigh
