Salvatore's p.o.v

“Where the hell are we going to?” Adriano demanded, gripping the seat tighter. “And slow the fuck down before you kill us.” Rafael chuckled, I glared at him through the rearview mirror.

They don't realize how serious the situation is. I wouldn't blame them, they have nothing to lose. But I have a lot to… For starters, Candela.

“We are going to see an artist,” they both stared at me bewildered.

“Artist?” They echoed…

“Yes, a Composite Artist.” I ...