The world spun violently as I got dragged through the back alley of the city, my heels scraping against the pavement.
The grip on my arms was unrelenting. Enzo had yanked me from the penthouse like I was nothing more than a piece of trash. His fingers dug into my skin, his hold bruising, but I didn't fight.
A black SUV waited at the end of the alley, the doors already open. Enzo shoved me inside without a word, slamming the door shut behind us. I wanted to scream and cry for help but I knew it'd make matters worse so I remained silent. The vehicle roared to life. The city lights blurred past the tinted windows, my mind racing with a million thoughts.
If they were driving me out of the city, it only meant one thing. I wasn't meant to come back. That was the way of Lorenzo Ricci.
My hands clenched into fists. Lorenzo must have known I was snooping. Must have known I was planning to escape. And now, he was tying up loose ends.