Leaving Grace behind in her apartment felt like tearing away a piece of myself. The taste of her still lingered on my lips, a reminder of the brief sanctuary we had found in each other’s arms. But now, reality crashed back in with brutal clarity. Bella was in the hospital, and Enzo was in jail. Our world was on the brink of imploding, and I had to act quickly.
Vito was already waiting by the car, his face a mask of grim determination. We climbed in without a word, and he peeled out of the apartment complex. The city streets blurred past us, the night alive with the hum of distant traffic and the occasional wail of a siren. My mind raced, tangled with thoughts of Grace, my father, and the betrayal that had upended everything. Vito broke the silence first.
"You know he's playing us, right?
