Luca’s POV

Rico floored it the second I slammed the door shut, the city lights stretching into streaks of white and gold as we shot forward. My shoulder hit the seat hard, pain detonating in my abdomen, but I bit it down and forced my eyes ahead.

Henry’s car was already three blocks ahead—dark, fast, weaving through traffic with surprising ease.

“Don’t push too close,” I muttered.

Rico flicked me a glance. “I know.” His face brightened to a smile, “And you don't need to ...