Aristide
Leaving the hospital felt strange. The air was too loud. Too bright. I’d barely been out of bed for twelve hours, but every second I spent lying there, not acting, made my skin itch.
Bella walked beside me, quiet but close… like she knew I was barely holding it together.
Enzo waited by the car, and when he opened the back door for me, I shook my head and went for the passenger side. He didn’t argue. Bella slid into the back without a word.
“Warehouse was quiet after we left,” he said as he started the engine. I noticed he glanced at Bella in the rearview as if it were her he was talking to. “Luca hasn’t said anything new yet. But we pulled a burner off him. Unwiped.”
My jaw clenched as Enzo pulled away from the curb. “She went with you?” I asked, voice low.
Enzo glanced at me, then back to the road. “She insisted.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
He sighed. “You were unconscious. Matteo didn’t want her to go either. But she wouldn’t back down. She said if we didn’t take her, she’d
