(End of flashback) Hailey’s POV For two weeks, I sat by Santino’s side, breathing in the smell of bleach and listening to the rhythmic hiss-click of the ventilator. Every time I looked up, I met the watchful, resentful eyes of his mother. She didn't trust me. She shouldn't.

Finally, I can’t take the suffocating air anymore. I need to handle my own business.

I drive my matte-black Lamborghini out of the hospital parking lot. The engine roars, a powerful beast beneath me. I leave the ...