Luca's POV

　　"Are we anywhere close, Stefano?" I snarled, hands clasping at the wheel in a white-knuckle grip as city lights fell far behind and all that was left was the darkness of night and the twisted roads deeper into the outskirts.

　　Stefano rode shotgun, peering into his phone's map. "Close but not close enough," he grumbled- the frustration dripping from every word.

　　My fist suddenly came down hard onto the steering wheel as a burst of anger ...