Aleena — POVThe car was approaching a dead end when I spotted Bellini men, guns raised, aimed at the car that had been tailing us. Nico threw the wheel into a sharp drift and brought us to a stop, his hand pressing flat against my chest, pinning me to the seat. Gunshots cracked through the air. I squeezed my eyes shut.When the shooting stopped, I opened them. Bullet holes riddled the car behind us. The driver was slumped over the wheel, bleeding.I looked at the driver's seat. Nico was already gone.I stepped out. He was standing with his men, inspecting the scene, face unreadable. I didn't get closer. He turned and found my eyes in the distance."Get in the car, Aleena. We're going home."I nodded. My gaze dropped to the dead driver, his hand resting at an angle, a snake tattoo on the back of it. Then Nico's hand was at the small of my back, steering me toward the door, opening it. I got in. He followed.The ride home was tense. Nico's jaw was tight, one hand firm on the wheel, eye
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