Ricci
Aftermath.
My ears still rang. Everything smelled like burnt rubber and blood. The smoke clung to my throat. My boots crunched over glass, metal, and something that used to be a car. My car.
I shouldn’t have been alive.
Sophia’s hand was wrapped around mine tightly. There was blood dripping down my wrist. I thought it was mine. I thought it was hers, too. Didn’t matter. I didn’t feel it.
The fire had spread.
"Boss!" someone shouted from the left. I didn’t look. I barked orders, eyes scanning what was left of the street. "Double security. I want men on every exit. No one comes in or out without my say."
A chunk of metal screeched as it was lifted. Someone cried out underneath it. I didn’t flinch.
"Where the hell is Mike?" I snapped. My voice sounded hoarse. Raw. Like somethin
