The wind had never felt so sharp.
It had teeth, tearing through my dress and skin like paper as we roared down the winding country roads. Matteo's body was solid against mine, a shield, a furnace of adrenaline and muscle I clung to with everything I had. His back rose and fell beneath my palms, steady as the chaos behind us tried to catch up. My heart was in my throat, beating so loud I thought it would drown out the engine's scream.
Sofia’s scream echoed louder.
She had been hit.
I couldn’t stop shaking. My lungs burned with every breath as we raced toward the one place we might be safe for now despite me having doubts at it first, the old Diavlo Scuri clubhouse. Matteo had one hand on the throttle, the other gripping his gun as we careened around every sharp bend and blind curve. Behind us, I could hear the rest of the crew. Enzo’s voice tight and panicked, Crow shouting directions into the wind, Angelo cursing under his breath.
Sofia’s blood had soaked through the lace of her flowe
