The vintage V8 engine roared with a deep, mechanical growl as the armored sedan burst from the concrete drainage ramp, breaching the surface world into a driving midnight downpour.
The rain hit the spiderwebbed, bullet-damaged windshield with a deafening, rhythmic hiss, blurring the neon-lit horizon of the city's industrial shipping district. Elena gripped the heavy leather steering wheel, her knuckles white, her bare feet slick against the iron pedals. In the back seat, Lorenzo lay completely dead to the world, his shallow breathing the only sign that he hadn’t bled out in the dark.
Beside her, Dante’s heavy head was still pinned against her thigh. Every sharp turn she took caused his broad, tattooed shoulders to shift against her knees, sending a high-friction, electric heat straight t
