Dario's Pov
I shouldn’t have come.
No. Scratch that. I shouldn’t have let her come.
But here I was, parked at the curb of some overpriced frat house, watching the chaos unfold from the shadows like some overprotective i***t. The air reeked of cheap cologne, sweat, and an unhealthy dose of privilege. And yet, all I could think about was her.
Isla.
She wasn’t supposed to matter this much. Not like this.
But she did. She had a way of worming under my skin, making everything else blur into the background. I gripped the steering wheel, willing myself not to do something rash, like march through that door and drag her out by her hair.
Because she wasn’t mine.
Not in any way that mattered.
But she should have been.
My gaze zeroed in as the front door opened. A couple stumbled out, gigg
